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I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year All of the faces and all of the places Wonderin' where they all disappeared I didn't ponder the question too long I was hungry and went out for a bite Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum And we wound up drinkin all night Chorus: It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same With all of our running and all of our cunning If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane Reading departure signs in some big airport Reminds me of the places I've been Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure Makes me want to go back again If it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall Good times and riches and son of a bitches I've seen more than I can recall It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same Through all of the islands and through all of the hi-lands If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine I wish I could jump on a plane So many nights I just dream of the ocean God I wish I was sailin' again Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder So I can't look back for too long There's just too much to see waiting in front of me And I know that I just can't go wrong Chorus: With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same With all of my running and all of my cunning If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane If we weren't all crazy we would go insane |
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| 3:52 |
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By: Jimmy Buffett
1977 Years grow shorter, not longer The more you've been on your own Feelin's for movin' grow stronger So you wonder why you ever go home Wonder why you ever go home People are movin' so quickly Humor's in need of repair Same occupations and same obligations They've really go nothing to share Like drivin' around with no spare River gets deeper not shallow The further you move down the stream Wonderin' if I can keep her As I race to catch up with my dreams How they shine and glitter and gleam Years grow shorter, not longer The more you've been on your own Feelin's for movin' grow stronger So you wonder why you ever go home Wonder why you ever go home You wonder why you ever go home |
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| 5:13 |
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Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated Americans Hopin' to find some fun Some of them go for the sailing Called by the lure of the sea Tryin' to find what is ailing Living in the land of the free Some of them are running from lovers Leaving no forward address Some of them are running tons of ganja Some are running from the IRS Late at night you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars Hustling the senoritas While they dance beneath the stars Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime Singin give me some words I can dance to Or a melody that rhymes First you learn the native customs Soon a word of Spanish or two You know that you cannot trust them Because they know they can't trust you Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone Telling themselves the same lies that they told themselves back home Down to the Banana Republics Things aren't as warm as they seem None of the natives are buying any second hand American dreams Late at night you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars Hustling the senoritas while they dance beneath the stars Spending those renegade pesos On a bottle of rum and a lime Singing give me some words I can dance to Or a melody that rhymes Down to the Banana Republics Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated Americans Hopin' to find some fun |
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| 4:38 |
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By: Jimmy Buffett
1977 I must look a mess I must admit But I have been travelling quite a bit South of the Border Where the law and order Is kept by Federales who just grin And tell you they just want to be your friend I left for Tampico last July I jumped off that boat I almost died There to greet us Were pretty senoritas I swore that I would not go home then All those lovely ladies were my friends Whoa, those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend -- Spoken: "Como esta, Capitain..." That is all I really want to say I was thrown out of the country yesterday See I was, drinkin' double Causin' lots of trouble When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned And said, "If you come back we just may not be your friend" "I don't want to see you 'round here again" "If you come back next time we may not..." (Hidy ho' boys!) |
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| 3:56 |
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By: Johnathan Baham
1977 Drink it up, this one's for you It's been a lovely cruise I'm sorry it's ending, oh it's sad, but it's true Honey, it's been a lovely cruise Chorus: These moments we're left with May you always remember These moments are shared by few There's wind in our hair and there's water in our shoes Honey, it's been a lovely cruise -- Spoken: "So let's cruise darlin'" Chorus: Ohhh, these moments we're left with May you always remember These moments are shared by few And those harbor lights, lord, they're coming into view We'll bid our farewells much too soon So drink it up, this one's for you Honey, it's been a lovely cruise Yeah baby, it's been a lovely cruise Oh darlin', it's been a lovely cruise |
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| 4:11 |
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Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake; All of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp--They're beginnin' to boil. Wastin' away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my long lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know it's nobody's fault. Don't know the reason, Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty, A Mexican cutie; How it got here I haven't a clue. Wastin' away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault. I blew out my flip flop, Stepped on a pop top; Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in the blender, And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on. Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know, it's my own damn fault. Yes, some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's my own damn fault. |
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| 4:02 |
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In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming I heard her crying out, "What is it all about? I just don't know, but I can't go back home." Lonely princess All the days out on your own are growing empty Nothing is going well If you could only tell them how you feel They're too real to understand Too many trite expressions Ending in forced rejections long ago Too many innocent faces Too many far out places something's wrong Let me tell you that something's wrong It's been that way so long, and it's a shame On the street car To the city where she knows that she might lose it all Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time And knowing well this could be her final fall Past the boutique Down the alley to the river, people pass her by Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry Too many small suggestions Endin' in angry questions from her dad Too many T.V. dinners And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost No one knows the trials she had In the shelter In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming I heard her crying out, "What is it all about? I just don't know, but I can't go back home." Lord, I just don't know, but I can't go back home. |
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| 3:43 |
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I guess it all blew up in missoula
There just was no other way After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left to say But when the dust had finally settled And the air had quickly cleared Whoa, things were better off than I had feared Chorus: And I, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly Feelin' so sad now since I been gone, gone, gone It gets quite confusin', it seems that I'm losin' Track of the long days since I been home We're stayin' in a holiday inn full of surgeons I guess they meet there once a year They exchange physician's stories And get drunk on tuborg beer Then they're off to catch a stripper With their eyes glued to her "g" But I don't think that I would ever let 'em cut on me Chorus: And I, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly I think I've been had though for stayin' so long, long, long And i'm, just watchin' the gong show, waitin' for Zorro Losin' the long days since I been home I got a head full of feelin' higher And an ear full of patsy cline There is just no one who can touch her Hell, I'll hang on every line Oh, crazy how things happen, it's incredible but true The longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you Chorus: And I, miss you so badly, girl I love you madly I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home, home, home I've been, battlin' motel maids, and chewin' on rolaids Countin' the hours till I get home Whoa I been, countin' the hours till I get home |
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| 10. |
| 3:18 |
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By: Jimmy Buffett
1977 Now what would they do if I just sailed away Who the hell really compelled me to leave today Runnin' low on stories of what made it a ball What would they do if I made no landfall I lived half my life in an eight by five room Just crusin' to the sound of the big diesel boom It's not close quarters that would make me snap It's just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap Chorus: Sail away, for a month at a time Sail away, I've got to restart my mind And you'll find me back at it again Oh, I love the smell of fresh snapper fried light What you say pouilly-fusse to round out the night The mid-morning watch is the best time to look Oh, what would they do if I wrote the big book 'Cause I've seen incredible things in my years Some days were laughter and others were tears If I had it all to do over again I'd just get myself drunk and I'd jump right back in Chorus: Sail away, that's the way I survive Sail away, that's just no shuck and jive It just makes my whole life come alive The wind whistles through the cold riggin' at night Crazy crowds boogie to the sounds and the lights Bums down in Capo's he's just havin' a ball What would he do on another landfall What would they do if I made no landfall Oh, what would they do if I flew to Nepal What would I do if I met Lucille Ball I'm tryin' to make a little sense of it all Just tryin' to make a little sense of it all |
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