Meet Me In Margaritaville (2003)

  • 1 Disc 1: Margaritaville
    Lyrics
    MARGARITAVILLE
    Jimmy Buffett

    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.

    Wasted 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 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.

    Wasted 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.

    Wasted 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, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault

  • 2 Disc 1: Migration
    Lyrics MIGRATION
    Jimmy Buffett

    Look'in back at my background tryin' to
    figure out how I ever got here.
    Some things are still a mystery to me
    While others are much to clear.
    I'm just livin' in the sunshine,
    Stay contented most of the time.
    Yeah, list'nin to Murphy, Walker and Willie,
    Sing me their Texas rhymes.

    Now most of the people who retire in Florida
    are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.
    And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys;
    Well I hate those bastards so much.
    I wish a summer squall would blow them
    all the way up to fantasy land.
    They're ugly and square, they don't belong here.
    They look a lot better as beer cans.

    Chorus
    Yeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me,
    Why some people live like they do.
    So many nice things hap'nin out there,
    Never even seen the clues.
    Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme.
    I know we've been doing our part.
    Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
    and some Texas hidden here in my heart.

    Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine,
    If I hadn't learned how to sing.
    And on top of that I got married too early,
    And it cost me much more than a ring.
    But those crazy days are over,
    You've just got to learn from
    the wrong things you've done.
    I came off the rebound, started looking around,
    Figured out it's time to have a little fun.

    Chorus
    Well now, if I ever live to be an old man,
    I'm gonna sail down to Martinique.
    I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suit
    and an African parakeet.
    And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
    and open up my trusty old mind.
    I'm gonna teach him how to fuss,
    Teach him how to cuss,
    And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine.

    Chorus
    Yeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
    and some Texas hidden here in my heart.

  • 3 Disc 1: Growing Older But Not Up
    Lyrics
    GROWING OLDER BUT NOT UP
    By Jimmy Buffett

    I rounded first never thought of the worst
    As I studied the shortstop's position
    Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
    Someone call a decent physician
    I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend
    While my mind is quite flexible
    these brittle bones don't bend

    Chorus
    I'm growing older but not up
    My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
    So let the winds of change blow over my head
    I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

    Sometimes I see me as an old manatee
    Heading south as the waters grow colder
    He tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near
    It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders
    That's how it flows right to the end
    His body's still flexible but that
    Barnacle brain don't bend

    Chorus
    So now don't get me wrong
    This is not a sad song
    Just events that I have happened to witness
    And time takes it's toll as we head for the poll
    As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins

    Chorus

    Let the winds of change blow over my head
    I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

  • 4 Disc 1: Holiday [Live]
    Lyrics
    Holiday
    Lyrics & music by Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald & Bill Eaton, and William Salter

    The weather channel girl with her perfect weather curl
    Is talking "Cold, cold, cold"
    You can't get out of bed
    You can't remember what you've said
    You're feeling old, old, old

    Is it a fever or depression, anger or aggression
    What's the remedy?
    We're not talking rocket science
    The answer to your question's
    Very plain to see

    (Chorus)
    You need a holiday, take a holiday
    Find a far-off wonderland
    Where you might regain command of your life today
    Take a holiday, you need a holiday
    Grab a pack and hit the trail
    Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

    You're caught in the Internet
    You think it's such a great asset
    You're wrong , wrong, wrong
    All that fiber optic gear
    Still cannot take away the fear
    Like and island song

    Disregard confession, stop trying to make impressions
    On your corporate climb
    It might come as quite a shock
    But you can't really own that rock
    It's just a waste of time.

    So, take a holiday, take a holiday
    Find a place to find yourself
    Take your life sown off that shelf
    Quit acting so blase
    Take a holiday, you need a holiday
    grab a pack and hit the trail
    Take a sail and wind on some moonlit bay

    Well, it's only up to you, no one else can teach you to
    Go out and have some fun
    Though, if you want to stay alive
    Evade the big nose dive
    Be a comedian

    And take a holiday, you need a holiday
    Find a far-off wonderland
    Where you might regain command of your life today
    Take a holiday, you need a holiday
    Grab a pack and hit the trail
    Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

    You need a holiday, take a holiday
    Find a place to find yourself
    Take your life down off that shelf
    Quit acting so blase
    Take a holiday, you need a holiday
    Grab a pack and hit the trail
    Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay.

  • 5 Disc 1: Come Monday
    Lyrics
    COME MONDAY
    Jimmy Buffett

    Headin' up to San Francisco
    for the Labor Day weekend show,
    I've got my hush-puppies on,
    I guess I never was meant for
    glitter rock and roll.
    And honey I didn't know
    that I'd be missin' so.

    (Chorus)
    Come Monday It'll be all right,
    Come Monday I'll be holding you tight.
    I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
    and I just want you back by my side.

    Yes it's been quite a summer,
    rent-a-cars and west bound trains.
    And now your off on vacation,
    somethin' you tried to explain.
    And darlin' I love you so that's
    the reason I just let you go.

    Chorus

    I can't help it honey,
    your that much a part of me now.
    Remember the night in Montana when
    we said there'd be no room for doubt.

    I hope your enjoyin' the scen'ry,
    I know that it's pretty up there.
    We can go hikin on Tuesday,
    with you I'd walk anywhere.
    California has worn me quite thin,
    I just can't wait to see you again.

    End Chorus

  • 6 Disc 1: Fruitcakes
    Lyrics
    Fruitcakes
    Jimmy Buffett, Amy Lee

    Fruitcakes in the kitchen
    Fruitcakes on the street
    Struttin' naked through the cross walk
    In the middle of the week

    Half baked cookies in the oven
    Half baked people on the bus
    There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

    Paradise - Lost and found
    Paradise - take a look around

    I was out in California
    Where I hear they have it all
    They got riots, fires and mud slides
    They got sushi in the mall
    Water bars and Brontosaurs
    Chinese modern lust
    Shake and bake life with the quake
    The secret's in the crust

    Chorus

    We lost our Martian rocket ship
    The high paid spokesman said
    Looks like that silly rocket ship
    Has lost it's cone-shaped head

    We spent ninety jillion dollars
    Tryin' to get a look at Mars
    I hear universal laughter
    Ringing out among the stars

    Fruitcakes in the galaxy
    Fruitcakes on the Earth
    Strut naked towards eternity
    We've been that way since birth

    Half baked cookies in the oven
    Half baked people on the bus
    There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

    Religion, religion.
    Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
    Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

    Where's the church, who took the steeple
    Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
    Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
    The God's honest truth is it's not that simple

    It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me
    It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
    It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the Jew
    Tell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue

    Here come the big ones - Relationships -
    We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em?

    She said you've got to do your fair share
    Now cough up half the rent
    I treat my body like a temple
    You treat yours like a tent

    But the right word at the right time
    May get me a little hug
    That's the difference between lightening
    And a harmless lightening bug

    ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin'

    We're seven years from the millennium
    That's a science fiction fact
    Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal
    Now don't look that abstract

    So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
    And practice what I preach
    Get Ja lost in the reggae mon
    As I walk along the beach

    Stay in touch with my insanity
    Really is the only way
    It's a jungle out there kiddies
    Have a very fruitful day

  • 7 Disc 1: We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
    Lyrics
    WE ARE THE PEOPLE OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUT
    Jimmy Buffett

    I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad
    That was the way that my parents perceived me
    Those were the plans that they had
    Though I couldn't fit the part too dumb or too smart
    Ain't it funny how we all turned out
    I guess we are the people our parents warned us about

    You know I could have worked the rigs when the money was big Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad
    And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
    Buyin' time till things were not so bad
    But when I got a guitar found a job in a bar, playin' acid rock til I was numb
    Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come.

    Chorus:
    We are the people they couldn't figure out
    We are the people our parents warned us about

    Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with you
    Clear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin' on the ocean blue

    Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflation
    When it only used to take a cent
    Sometimes I wish I was back in my crash pad days before I knew what cash flow meant
    Seems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health shit
    Don't tell me that I ought to get rolfed
    'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf

    Chorus
    We are the people there isn't any doubt
    We are the people they still can't figure out
    We are the people who love to sing "Twist and Shout"
    (Shake it up, Baby now)
    We are the people our parents warned us about.

  • 8 Disc 1: Cheeseburger in Paradise
    Lyrics
    CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISE
    Jimmy Buffett

    Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
    Made it nearly seventy days,
    Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
    Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.

    But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
    Some kind of sensuous treat.
    Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
    But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.

    Cheeseburger in paradise.
    Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
    Not too particular, not too precise.
    I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

    I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
    Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
    Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
    Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
    For my cheeseburger in paradise.

    Verse 2:
    Heard about the old time sailor men,
    They eat the same thing again and again;
    Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
    Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.

    But times have changed for sailors these days.
    When I'm in port I get what I need;
    Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
    But that American creation on which I feed!

    Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
    Not too particular, not too precise
    I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

    I like mine with lettuce and tomato
    Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
    Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
    Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer

    For a cheeseburger in paradise
    Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
    Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
    To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
    To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
    I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

  • 9 Disc 1: Jolly Mon Sing
    Lyrics
    JOLLY MON
    Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings & Michael Utley

    There is a tale that the island people tell
    Don't care if it is true 'cause I love it so well.
    Jolly Mon sang for his supper every night
    The people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right

    Of Jolly Mon sing
    Oh make Orion ring

    And they wanted him to sing on the islands near and far
    He always found his way by Orion the lucky star
    He'd tell them of their joys, he'd tell them of their woes
    They'd love to see him come and hate to see him go

    Oh Jolly Mon sing
    Oh make the music ring

    He was making his way home on a dark and stormy night
    When he heard a cry for help, he saw a flashing light
    When he reached the other boat and offered him a hand
    They said, "Give us all your cargo." as they took
    a pirate stand

    Oh Jolly Mon sing
    Oh give them everything

    "Jolly Mon we know you - Sing your last song very well"
    They tossed him in the ocean cause their hearts were
    made in hell
    Came along a dolphin, he said,"Jolly Mon Hello"
    "I've always loved your singing - climb on board
    and don't let go."

    Oh Jolly Mon sing
    Oh make the oceans ring

    The night was filled with magic as they bid the sea goodbye
    They swam into the heavens - they stayed up in the sky
    And all the island people when they wish upon a star
    See the dolphin and the Jolly Mon who tell them where
    they are

    Oh Jolly Mon sing
    Oh make the heavens ring
    Oh Jolly Mon sing
    Oh make the magic ring

  • 10 Disc 1: Pascagoula Run
    Lyrics
    PASCAGOULA RUN
    Jimmy Buffett/Jay Oliver

    Billy pulled in in a Jaguar
    Red convertible sixty-five
    Headed home to Mississippi, he'd been
    around the world
    He was that black sheep uncle of mine

    His ship had come in, he was lookin' to sin
    He was singing his own song
    When he yelled from the drive, my heart came alive
    "Jimmy boy come along"

    CHORUS

    It's time to see the world
    It's time to kiss a girl
    It's time to cross the wild meridian
    Grab your bag and take a chance
    Time to learn a cajun dance
    Kid you're gonna see the mornin' sun
    On the Pascagoula run

    Friday night at the Stateline Bar
    Where the waterfront people dwell
    Better watch my step if the floor caves in
    I'll go right straight to hell
    There were pinball machines and cajun queens

    Men with knives and scars
    Billy moved 'cross the floor through
    the real hard core
    And said "Here's where it gets bizarre"

    Repeat Chorus

    What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
    What do the ladies say, what do the ladies say
    What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
    What do the ladies say what do the ladies say
    What do the ladies say what do the ladies say

    Bring that young man over here
    We gonna buy that boy a beer
    And that ain't all we want to do
    And bring your crazy uncle too

  • 11 Disc 1: Tin Cup Chalice
    Lyrics
    Tin Cup Chalice
    Boats, Beaches, Bars, Ballads

    I want to go back to the island,
    Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
    Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,
    And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.

    Chorus:
    'Cause I want to be there,
    I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
    With a tin cup for a chalice
    Fill it up with good red wine,
    And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.

    Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
    Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
    Salt air it ain't thin,
    It can stick right to your skin,
    And make you feel fine.
    It makes you feel fine.

    Repeat Chorus.

    Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
    Get that Packard up and let's move.
    I want to be there before the day
    Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
    I've made up my mind;

    Repeat Chorus

  • 12 Disc 1: Pencil Thin Moustache
    Lyrics
    PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHE
    Jimmy Buffett

    Now they make new movies in old black and white,
    With happy endings, where nobody fights,
    So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,
    Honey, jump right up and show your age.

    I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
    the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
    two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
    and an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

    Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinny
    Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.
    Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
    then I could solve some mysteries too.
    Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast,
    Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
    And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,
    But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana.
    Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
    then I could solve some mysteries too.

    But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'
    grubbin on the living room floor;
    They send you off to college to try to gain
    a little knowledge,
    But all you want to do is learn how to score.
    Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
    I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;
    But I can go to movies and see it all there,
    Just the way that it use to be.

    That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache
    the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
    two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
    And an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

    Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,
    Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.
    If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,
    then I could do some crusing too.

    Yeah, Brylcreem, a little dab'll do yah,
    Oh, I could do some cruising too.

  • 13 Disc 1: Grapefruit/Juicy Fruit
    Lyrics
    GRAPEFRUIT-JUICY FRUIT
    Jimmy Buffett

    Grapefruit
    Bathing suit
    Chew a little Juicy Fruit
    Wash away the night

    Drive-in
    Guzzle gin
    Commit a little mortal sin
    It's good for the soul.

    (Bridge)
    And oh, it gets so damn lonely
    When you're on the plane all alone
    And if I had the money, Honey
    I'd strap you in beside me
    And never ever leave you
    Leave you at home all alone and crying.

    Ten speed
    No need
    My pick-up gets me where I please
    Shuggin' sown the street.
    But I'll be leavin'
    In a little while
    So close your eyes and I'll
    Be back real soon

    (Repeat bridge)
    (Repeat first verse)

    1973 ABC/Dunhill Music Inc (BMI)
    All Rights Reserved

  • 14 Disc 1: Coconut Telegraph
    Lyrics
    COCONUT TELEGRAPH
    Jimmy Buffett

    Tuesday on the island
    Not much goin' on
    The parties are all over
    They ended just past dawn

    But the jungle drums are beating
    With the tales from late last night
    Cause the stories bear repeating
    For everyones delight

    Chorus
    You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
    Can't keep nothin' under their hat
    You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
    Sayin' who did dis and dat
    Dis and dat dis and dat

    Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
    But was he that big of fool?
    To do a belly buster high dive
    And miss the entire pool?

    Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?
    And the kid nobody knew
    Did Ricardo ever find her?
    I swear it's just between me and you

    Chorus
    You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
    By now everybody knows
    You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
    Just who comes and goes
    Comes and goes comes and goes

    It's humpday on the island
    And the lines have all gone dead
    All the juicy news is history
    I guess everything's been said

    But when the eagle flies on Friday
    And the boys break out the rum
    Then the joint begins to jumpin'
    And you'll hear those hot lines hum

    Chorus
    Put it on the coconut telegraph
    All the celebration and the stress
    Put it on the coconut telegraph
    In twenty-five words or less

  • 15 Disc 1: Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
    Lyrics
    CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDES
    Jimmy Buffett

    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.

    It's those 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.

    These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
    Nothing remains quite the same.
    Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
    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...(to chorus)

    I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
    I wish I could jump on a plane.
    And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
    God, I wish I was sailin' again.
    Oh, yesterdays are 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
    with these...(to chorus)

  • 16 Disc 1: Last Mango in Paris
    Lyrics
    LAST MANGO IN PARIS
    Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley

    I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat
    When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"
    I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
    Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies

    He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris
    Took the last plane out of Saigon
    Took the first fast boat to China
    And "Jimmy, there's still so much to be done."

    I had a third world girl in Buzios
    With a pistol on each hand
    She always kept me covered
    As we moved from land to land
    I had a damn good run on wall street
    With my high fashion model wife
    Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky
    Just me and my Swiss Army knife

    I ate the last mango in Paris
    Took the last plane out of Saigon
    Took the first fast boat to China
    And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

    We shot the breeze for hours
    As the sun fell from the skies
    And like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyes
    It was somewhere past dark-thirty
    When I went back to the head
    I read upon the dingy wall
    The words the old man said

    I ate the last mango in Paris...
    ....so much to be done.
    Why don't we wander and follow la vie dansante.

  • 17 Disc 1: Fins
    Lyrics
    FINS
    Jimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, B.Chance, Tom Corcoran

    She came down from Cincinnati.
    It took her three days on the train.
    Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
    hoped to see the sun again.
    But now she lives down by the ocean.
    She's takin' care to look for sharks.
    They hang out in the local bars,
    And they feed right after dark.

    Chorus
    Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
    Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
    You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
    and you're the only bait in town.
    You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
    and you're the only girl in town.

    She's savin' up all of her money.
    Wants to head south in May;
    Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
    Somewhere down Montserrat way.
    But the money's good in the season;
    Helps to lighten her load.
    Boys keep her high as the months go by.
    She's gettin' postcards from the road.

    Chorus
    Sailed off to Antigua.
    It took her three days on a boat.
    Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
    Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
    But now she feels like a remora,
    'cause the school's still close at hand.
    Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
    of the sharks that can swim on the land.

  • 18 Disc 1: Why Don't We Get Drunk
    Lyrics
    WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNK
    Jimmy Buffett

    I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
    Your voice sounds so wonderful
    But your face don't look too clear
    So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew
    Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw.

    (Chorus)
    Why don't we get drunk and screw
    I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
    They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
    So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
    (Instrumental)
    (Repeat chorus)

    1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved

  • 19 Disc 1: Brown Eyed Girl
    Lyrics
    BROWN EYED GIRL
    Van Morrison

    Hey, where did we go?
    Days when the rains came
    Down in a hollow
    Playin' a new game

    Laughin' and a runnin'
    Skippin' and a jumpin'
    In the misty mornin' fog
    With our hearts a thumpin'
    It was you, my brown eyed girl
    You, my brown eyed girl

    Now what ever happened
    Tuesday is oh so slow
    Goin' down the old mine
    With a transistor radio

    Standin' in a sunlit lane
    Hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall
    Slippin' and a slidin'
    All along the waterfall
    It was you, my brown eyed girl
    You, my brown eyed girl

    Do you remember when
    We used to sing
    Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
    Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da

    So hard to find my way
    Now that I'm on my own
    Thought about it just the other day
    My, where's the time all gone

    Can't remember back then Lord
    Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout
    Makin' love in the green grass
    Behind the stadium
    With you, my brown eyed girl
    Do you remember when
    We used to sing
    Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da

  • 20 Disc 1: One Particular Harbour
    Lyrics
    ONE PARTICULAR HARBOUR
    Jimmy Buffett & Bobby Holcomb

    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

    Nature lives (life to nature)
    Have pity for the Earth
    (Love the Earth)

    I know I don't get there often enough
    But God knows I surely try
    It's a magic kind of medicine
    That no doctor could prescribe

    I used to rule my world from a pay phone
    And ships out on the sea
    But now times are rough
    And I got too much stuff
    Can't explain the likes of me

    Chorus:
    But there's this one particular harbour
    So far but yet so near
    Where I see the days as they fade away
    And finally disappear

    But now I think about the good times
    Down in the Caribbean sunshine
    In my younger days I was so bad
    Laughin' about all the fun we had

    I've seen enough to feel the world spin
    Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
    Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
    Listen to the singers make the world go 'round

    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

    Lakes below the mountains
    Flow into the sea
    Like oils applied to canvas
    They permeate through me

    And there's that one particular harbour
    Sheltered from the wind
    Where the children play on the shore each day
    And all are safe within

    Most mysterious calling harbour
    So far but yet so near
    I can see the day when my hair's full gray
    And I finally disappear

    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
    IA ORA TE NATURA
    E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

    UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
    RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE

    Bounty of the land is exhausted
    But there's still abundance on the sea

  • 21 Disc 2: School Boy Heart
    Lyrics
    School Boy Heart
    Jimmy Buffett & Matt Betton

    I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
    That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose

    I suppose the need to focus never arose
    So something like a Swiss Army knife, that's my life
    Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
    The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
    Breakin' free, breakin' free

    "Cause I got a school boy heart, novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I got a bartender ear and a beachcomber style
    Piratical nerve and a vaudevillian style

    I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi

    I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
    With all hands spread all over the deck,--what the heck.
    Then some kind of unseen and unscrupulous mind
    Began to pick up what he could find, added ice
    Shook me twice, rolled the dice

    Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I got a native tongue from way down south
    It sits in the cheek of my Gulf coastal mouth

    I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
    That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose

    I-yi-yi-yi-yi, i-yi-yi-yi-yi,........

  • 22 Disc 2: Everybody's Talkin'
    Lyrics
    EVERYBODY'S TALKIN"
    Fred Neil

    Everybody's talkin' at me.
    I don't hear a word they're sayin',
    Only the echoes of my mind.

    People stoppin' starin'
    I can't see the faces,
    Only the shadows of their eyes.

    I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
    Thru the pourin' rain,
    Goin' where the weather suits my clothes.

    Bankin' off the northeast wind,
    Sailin' on a summer breeze,
    Skippin' over the ocean like a stone.

    Everybody's talkin' at me.
    I don't hear a word they're sayin',
    Only the echoes of my mind.

    And I won't let you leave my love behind.

  • 23 Disc 2: Volcano
    Lyrics
    VOLCANO
    Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes & Harry Dailey

    Now, I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
    when the volcano blow.
    Let me say it now,
    I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
    when the volcano blow.

    Ground, she movin' under me.
    Tidal waves out on the sea.
    Sulphur smoke up in the sky.
    Pretty soon we learn to fly

    Chorus
    Let me hear you, now
    I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
    when the volcano blow.
    Let me hear you now.
    I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
    when the volcano blow.

    My girl quickly say to me,
    "Mon you better watch your feet."
    Lava come down soft and hot.
    "You better lava me now or lava me not.

    Chorus

    No time to count what I'm worth,
    cause I just left the planet Earth.
    Where I go I hope there's rhum.
    Not to worry mon soon come.

    Chorus

    But I don't want to land in New York City,
    I don't want to land in Mexico.
    I don't want to land on no Three Mile Island;
    I don't want to see my skin a-glow.

    Don't want to land in Comanche Sky Park,
    or in Nashville, Tennessee.
    I don't want to land in no San Juan airport or
    the Yukon Territory.

    Don't want to land in no San Diego.
    Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
    I don't want to land on no Ayahtolla.
    I got nothin' more to say.

  • 24 Disc 2: Son of a Son of a Sailor
    Lyrics
    SON OF A SON OF A SAILOR
    Jimmy Buffett

    As the son of a son of a sailor,
    I went out on the sea for adventure,
    Expanding their view of the captain and crew
    Like a man just released from indenture.

    As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
    I have chalked up many a mile.
    Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
    And I've learned much from both of their styles.

    Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
    Son of a gun; load the last ton
    One step ahead of the jailer.

    Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
    You can shake the hand of the mango man
    As he greets you at the border.

    And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
    Island of the spices.
    Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
    And the rum is for all your good vices.

    Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
    Forefathers harnessed before us.
    Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
    It's a son of a gun of a chorus.

    Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
    If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
    So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
    Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.

    But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
    Son of a gun, load the last ton
    One step ahead of the jailer
    I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
    The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
    I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.

  • 25 Disc 2: Take Another Road
    Lyrics
    TAKE ANOTHER ROAD
    Jimmy Buffett, Jay Oliver & Roger Guth

    Seen the false horizon fade away like bisons
    Headed for the jungle, the cowboy can't endure
    Never look back, that's what he swore
    I'll take my pony to the shore
    somewhere, somewhere

    (Chorus)
    Take another road to a hiding place
    Disappear without a trace
    Take another road in another time
    On another road in another time
    Like a novel from the five and dime
    Take another road in another time

    Follow the equator, like that old articulator
    Sail upon the ocean, just like Mr. Twain
    Never look back, this is my plan
    Run my pony in the sand
    Somewhere, somewhere

    (Chorus)
    Take another road, etc...
    ....another time.

    Leave my cares behind
    Take my own sweet time
    Ocean's on my mind

    (Chorus)
    Take another road, etc......
    ......another time.

  • 26 Disc 2: Knees of My Heart
    Lyrics
    KNEES OF MY HEART

    I've got a question for you
    Please grant me an interview
    Don't want to read it in a magazine
    Don't want to see it on the silver screen
    Don't let the craziness tear us apart

    I'm down on the knees of my heart
    Down here on the knees of my heart

    This comes from deep in my soul
    Your sweet love has taken control
    I'll swim across the ocean if you tell me so
    I'll take you to the jump up if you want to go
    It never is too late to make a brand new start

    I'm down here on the knees of my heart
    Down here on the knees of my heart

    Oh how I will sing if you give me everything
    I live for the day when there's nothing in our way

    I will be waiting tonight
    You'll find my boat by the light
    I'm gonna show you what my love can do
    Out on the ocean all alone with you
    We'll find a desert island on an ancient chart

    Take me from the knees of my heart
    Take me from the knees of my heart
    Take me from the knees of my heart
    Take me from the knees of my heart

  • 27 Disc 2: In the Shelter
    Lyrics
    IN THE SHELTER
    Jimmy Buffett

    In the shelter
    In the morning as the sun was brightly beaming
    I heard her cryin' 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 goin' well if you could only tell them
    How you feel
    But they're too real to understand

    Too many trite expressions ended 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
    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 taking 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 ending in angry questions
    from her dad
    Too many TV dinners and everyone loves a winner
    But she was lost
    No one knows the trials she had

    In the shelter
    In the morning as the sun was brightly beaming
    I heard her cryin' 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.

  • 28 Disc 2: Havana Daydreamin'
    Lyrics
    HAVANA DAYDREAMIN'
    Jimmy Buffett

    Stashed his trash in Ecuador, bought a good suit of clothes.
    Flew on up to Mexico, standin' by the shore.
    Waiting for some mystery man, to pay him for his time.
    Thinkin' about all the money he made,
    couldn't help to ease his mind
    Havana daydreamin' oh he's just dreamin' his life away.

    Daddy shucked that sugar cane,
    One day he fell dead.
    Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
    Swimmin around in his head.
    Sailin' on a midnight boat,
    There were no questions asked,
    Water's so green and the air was so clean
    That he stuck right to his task, Havana daydreamin',
    Oh he's just schemin', his life away.

    Ceilin' fan stirs the air
    Cigar smoke did swirl,
    A fragrance on the pillow case
    And he thinks about the girl.
    Spillin' wine wine and sharin' good times
    She sure could make him smile.
    He pays her well but what the hell
    He'll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin',
    Havana daydreamin'
    Oh he'll be dreamin' his life away.

  • 29 Disc 2: Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)
    Lyrics
    DESPERATION SAMBA (HALLOWEEN IN TIAJUANA)
    Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B.Schmidt

    Halloween in Tijuana
    Full moon in my eyes
    I wonder how in the hell I got here
    Without a disguise

    Should I take this last step
    or turn myself around
    or follow my intuition into that border town

    Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
    Do the despreation samba con nos amigos
    Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
    Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

    Pretty girls they beckon
    From their rooms above
    Skeletons are dancing
    in the name of love

    Don't know where I'm going
    Don't like where I've been
    There may be no exit
    But hell I'm going in

    Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
    Do the desperation samba con nos amigos
    Yo quiero a bailer en Mexico
    Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

    Hear the people singing the same old
    haunting tune
    I drink because I know it's me against the moon

    Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
    Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

  • 30 Disc 2: Barefoot Children In The Rain
    Lyrics
    Barefoot Children In The Rain
    Jimmy Buffett, Russ Kunkel, Jay Oliver, Roger Guth, and Peter Mayer

    SCRATCH MY BACK WITH A LIGHTNING BOLT
    THUNDER ROLLS LIKE A BASS DRUM NOTE
    THE SOUND OF THE WEATHER IS HEAVEN'S RAG TIME BAND

    WE ALL FELL DOWN FORM THE MILKY WAY
    HANGING' ROUND HERE 'TILL JUDGMENT DAY
    HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS WHO'S IN COMMAND

    Chorus
    BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
    GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
    WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
    IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
    BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN

    SHOW ME YOURS AND I'LL SHOW YOU MINE
    TAKE ME BACK TO DAYS FULL WITH MONKEY SHINE'S
    BOUNCING ON A BUBBLE FULL OF TROUBLE IN THE SUMMER SUN

    KEEP YOUR RAFT FROM THE RIVERBOAT
    FICTION OVER FACT ALWAYS HAS MY VOTE
    AND WRINKLES ONLY GO WHERE THE SMILES HAVE BEEN

    Chorus
    BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
    GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
    WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
    IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
    BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
    LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
    BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN

    SCRATCH MY BACK WITH A LIGHTNING BOLT
    THUNDER ROLLS LIKE A BASS DRUM NOTE
    THE SOUND OF THE WEATHER IS HEAVEN'S RAG TIME BAND

    THE SKY TURNS BLUE AND THE SUN APPEARS
    BUT THE QUESTION'S STILL "WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?"
    I DON'T THINK THE ANSWER'S CLOSE AT HAND

    Chorus
    BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
    GOT NO NEED TO EXPLAIN
    WE'D BE SWINGING ON A BALL AND CHAIN
    IT'S ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO PLAY THE GAME
    BAREFOOT CHILDREN IN THE RAIN
    IN THE RAIN
    IN THE RAIN

  • 31 Disc 2: Saxophones
    Lyrics
    SAXOPHONES

    I cut my teeth on gumbo rock
    Benny Spellman and Doctor John
    Sweet Irma Thomas and Frog man Henry
    Use to boogie woogie all night long
    Tho I love rock and roll the acoustic guitar
    was the only way I had of becoming a star
    I knew it recognized and traveling around
    But they won't play my record in my ol' hometown

    If I had saxophones
    Big baritone, cleanin' up the muddy breaks
    If I had Saxophones
    I could get some recognition from
    that Mobile Alabama DJ

    Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
    To take my Jane to Alabam
    We hang out in a funky little bar
    They call it the Shipwreck lounge
    Well, we get kinda drunk and we play rock and roll
    Grabbin' everybody right down in their soul
    When we get to cookin' something's still wrong
    There's still something missing from them good old songs

    If we had saxophones
    Big baritone, cleaning up the muddy breaks
    If we had saxophones
    I could make that joint shimmy like a big
    California earthquake

    If we had saxophone
    Big baritone, cleaning up the muddy breaks
    If we had saxophone
    I could get some recognition from
    that Mobile Alabama DJ

  • 32 Disc 2: Cowboy in the Jungle
    Lyrics
    COWBOY IN THE JUNGLE
    Jimmy Buffett

    There's a cowboy in the jungle
    And he looks so out of place
    With his shrimp skin boots and his cheap Cheroots
    And his skin as white as paste

    Headin' south to Paraguay
    Where the gauchos sing and shout
    Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
    Since his money all ran out
    So he hangs out with the sailors
    Might and day they're raisin' hell
    And his original destination's just another
    Story that he loves to tell.

    With no plans for the future
    He still seems in control
    From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
    He just had to learn to roll.

    Roll with the punches
    Play all of his hunches
    Made the best of whatever came his way
    What he lacked in ambition
    He made up with intuition
    Plowing straight ahead come what may.

    Steel band in the distance
    And their music floats across the bay
    While American women in muumuus
    Talk about all the things they did today
    And their husbands quack about fishing
    As they slug those rum drinks down
    Discussing who caught what
    and who sat on his butt
    But it's the only show in town.

    They're tryin' to drink all the punches
    They all may lose their lunches
    Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six says
    Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
    Plowin' straight ahead come what may.

    I don't want to live on that kind of island
    No, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.
    Too much for me, too much for me
    I've got to be where the wind and the water are free.

    Alone on a midnight passage
    I can count the falling stars
    While the Southern Cross and the satellites
    They remind me of where we are
    Spinning around in circles
    Living it day to day
    And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years
    It's still not that long a stay.

    We've gotta roll with the punches
    Learn to play all of our hunches
    Makin' the best of whatever comes your way
    Forget that blind ambition
    And learn to trust your intuition
    Plowin' straight ahead come what may.
    And there's a cowboy in the jungle.

  • 33 Disc 2: He Went to Paris
    Lyrics
    HE WENT TO PARIS
    Jimmy Buffett

    He went to Paris looking for answers
    To questions that bothered him so
    He was impressive, young and aggressive
    Saving the world on his own.
    But the warm Summer breezes
    The French wines and cheeses
    Put his ambition at bay
    And Summers and Winters
    Scattered like splinters
    And four or five years slipped away.

    Then he went to England, played the piano
    And married an actress named Kim
    They had a good life, she was a good wife
    Bore him a young son named Jim.
    And all of the answers and all of the questions
    He locked in his attic one day
    'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
    And twenty more years slipped away.

    Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
    And left him with only one eye
    His body was battered, his world was shattered
    And all he could do was just cry.
    While the tears were falling, he was recalling
    The answers he never found
    So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
    And left England without a sound.

    Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
    And drinks his green label each day
    He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
    But he don't care what most people say.
    Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
    If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
    Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
    But I had a good life all the way.

    And he went to Paris looking for answers
    To questions that bother him so.

    1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved

  • 34 Disc 2: Creola
    Lyrics
    CREOLA
    Jimmy Buffett, Ralph McDonald & William Salter

    Creola in my soul-a
    I loved what they were sayin'
    I loved what they were playin'
    Creola

    (CHORUS 1)
    Creola on my victrola
    Makes me feel like dancin'
    Fall in love romancing the melody
    Creola, Creola, Creola for me

    I remember as a child all the happiness and smiles
    That flowed around my grandma's Sunday table
    While Auntie Mae was sayin' grace
    Papa T would sneak a taste
    And catch a funny look from my cousin Mabel

    Then daddy'd beat the drum
    The old folks start to hum
    Sing the only songs that we all know
    Ambiance so fine, dancin' drinkin' wine
    Sing about the lifestyle on the bayou

    (CHORUS 2)
    Creola in my soul-a
    I loved what they were sayin'
    I loved what they were playin'
    Creola

    Creola on my victrola
    Makes me feel like dancin'
    Fall in love romancin' the melody
    Creola, Creola, Creola for me

    It's in the mood, it's in the blood
    It's in the food, it's in the mud
    It's a spicy kind of life
    Cre-o-la

    It's in the mood, it's in the blood
    It's in the food, it's in the mud
    Creola, Creola, Creola for me

    (INSTRUMENTAL 2 VERSES)

    Well the years have come and gone
    Still the old song lingers on
    I keep it in my heart with fond affection
    Like the family good luck charm
    That keeps away the harm
    Creola's always there for my protection

    (CHORUS 3)
    Creola, good for your soul-a
    I loved what they were sayin'
    I loved what they were playin'
    Creola

    Creola on my victrola
    Makes me feel like dancin'
    You fall in love ramancin' the melody
    Creola, Creola, Creola for me

  • 35 Disc 2: Bob Robert's Society Band
    Lyrics
    Bob Robert's Society Band
    Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett
    Music by Amy Lee

    Well, you heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
    Ya heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the Glades
    It's a melting pot existence that is hard to contemplate
    And a never-ending battle in the Sunshine State

    But far far away from the front page news
    Far far away from the headline blues
    Down a secondary road that severely shows its age
    The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage

    (Chorus)
    It's the Bob Robert's Society Band
    Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand
    They don't play grunge and they don't play loud
    It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd

    Well, the word goes out from Melbourne to the Keys
    The faithful get the message like it's written on the breeze
    Young folks, old folks about to cut a rug
    Fox trot, bunny hop, do the jitterbug

    (Chorus)

    I saw mini vans from Boca and busses from Perrine
    There were people speaking Hindu in the bar-b-que line
    A couple on their honeymoon looked a bit confused
    But the boys in the band put them fight in the mood.

    A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone
    Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone
    She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat
    By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street

    They'd died and gone to heaven, that lively little crowd
    Trombones and saxophone sent them through the clouds
    It could have gone all night but the party had to stop
    When they blew the circuit breaker in the souvenir shop

  • 36 Disc 2: Pirate Looks at Forty
    Lyrics
    PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY
    Jimmy Buffett

    Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
    Wanted to sail upon your waters
    since I was three feet tall.
    You've seen it all, you've seen it all.

    Watch the men who rode you,
    Switch from sails to steam.
    And in your belly you hold the treasure
    that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
    Most of them dreams.

    Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
    The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
    I'm an over forty victim of fate
    Arriving too late, arriving too late.

    I've done a bit of smugglin'
    I've run my share of grass.
    I made enough money to buy Miami,
    But I pissed it away so fast,
    Never meant to last, never meant to last.

    I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
    I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
    But I've got to stop wishin',
    Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
    Just a few friends, just a few friends.

    Instrumental

    I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
    And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
    And still could manage a smile
    It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

    Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
    My occupational hazard being my occupations
    just not around.
    I feel like I've drowned,
    Gonna head uptown.

  • 37 Disc 2: Sail on Sailor
    Lyrics
    SAIL ON SAILOR
    Beach Boys

    I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
    Through restful waters and deep commotion
    Often frightened, unenlightened
    Sail on, sail on sailor

    I wrest the waters, fight neptuneís waters
    Sail through the sorrows of lifeís marauders
    Unrepenting, often empty
    Sail on, sail on sailor

    Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail
    Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail

    Seldom stumble, never crumble
    Try to tumble, lifeís a rumble
    Feel the stinging Iíve been given
    Never ending, unrelenting
    Heartbreak searing, always fearing
    Never caring, persevering
    Sail on, sail on, sailor

    I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways
    Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters
    Uninspired, drenched and tired
    Wail on, wail on, sailor

    Always needing, even bleeding
    Never feeding all my feelings
    Damn the thunder, must I blunder
    Thereís no wonder all Iím under
    Stop the crying and the lying
    And the sighing and my dying

    Sail on, sail on sailor
    Sail on, sail on sailor
    Sail on, sail on sailor
    Sail on, sail on sailor
    Sail on, sail on sailor
    Sail on, sail on sailor
    Sail on, sail on sailor

  • 38 Disc 2: Captain and the Kid
    Lyrics
    THE CAPTAIN AND THE KID
    Jimmy Buffett

    I never use to miss the chance
    to climb upon his knee and listen
    to the many tales of life upon the sea.

    We'd go sailing back on barkentines and
    talk of things he did, tomorrow just a
    day away for the Captain and the Kid.

    His world had gone from sailing ships
    to raking mom's back yard;
    he never could adjust to land although
    he tried so hard.

    We both were growing older then and
    wiser with our years;
    that's when I came to understand
    the course his heart still steers.

    He died about a month ago
    while winter filled the air,
    and though I cried, I was so proud
    to love a man so rare.

    He's somewhere on the ocean now,
    the place he ought to be;
    with one hand on the starboard rail,
    he's waving back at me.
    For the Captain and this kid.