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Woman Goin' Crazy on Caroline Street
WOMAN GOIN' CRAZY ON CAROLINE STREETChorus
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you be gentle, if you be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline street She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
Listens to the juke box for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat Chorus Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
And just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she is the center of attention
And all the lurking eyes they look the same
Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
In a flash all hell has broken loose Chorus When I woke up and looked around the bar room
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner
`Cause someone might just take a swing at you Chorus -
My Head Hurts My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus
MY HEAD HURTS, MY FEET STINK AND I DON'T LOVE JESUS
By Jimmy BuffettMy head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus.
It's that kind of mornin',
really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my
condition is improvin' and if I don't
die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night. Went down to the snake pit,
to drink a little beer.
Listened to the juke box,
oh, it's comin' in clear.
All of a sudden I wasn't alone
pickin' country music with old Joe Bones.
Duval Street was rockin',
my eyes they started poppin'!
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar,
as I broke another string on my old guitar.
Someone call a cab.
Lady won't you pay my tab? (First Verse) Got to get a little orange juice,
And a Darvon for my head.
I can't spend all day,
Baby, layin' in bed.
I'm goin' down to Fausto's
to get some chocolate milk.
Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day. (Repeat First Verse) -
The Captain and the Kid
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. -
Big Rig
BIG RIG If I was a road dog, baby
All of my songs were true
Reckon' I'd like my whiskey drinkin'
a whole lot more than I do
But I don't know about the good life, baby
Not so sure it's for me
I'd much rather be home rollin' with you
Than watching Tom Snyder on TV I wish I was a big rig
Rollin on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Big rig baby, rollin' on home to you Now I been to lots of parties
Spent my whole life in a bar
There's a whole lot of good lookin' women out there
Who think I am a star
Drinkin' and a smokin' ain't really where I am
If I had my own two ways I'd be rollin' home to Alabam I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby, rollin' on home to you Now some day I'll be better
My ramblin' days will be through
I won't have anymore gigs to play
I'll be back home there with you
But meanwhile wait a minute
What's that thing I see
It's a good lookin' woman with a bottle of Scotch
And she wants to go home with me She's lookin' like a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was big rig, a big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you -
Defying Gravity
DEFYING GRAVITY I live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me were circling a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so I'm riding a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low
But when I do fall I will be glad to go
Yes when I do fall I will be glad to go -
Havana Daydreamin'
HAVANA DAYDREAMIN'
Jimmy BuffettStashed 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. -
Cliches
CLICHES She's got a ballpark figure
He's got a ballpoint pen
Travel around for weeks at a time
Writin' down descriptions of the places they been
She plays guitar but nothing fancy
With no intention of becoming a star
Only thing that's bothering him these days
Is where he's gonna find a good ten cent cigar Cliches, good ways
Say what you mean, mean what you say
She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
She's 86'd from the Chart Room
He's 29 and pushin' 30 real fast
They're funny when they get to rockin'
Goin' out for the night on the town
Takin' polaroid pictures that are never in focus
Just to look at when they finally slow down
Full moon, so soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June He's always tuned into Star Trek
She's always tuned into him
Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies
Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim
Tonight they're gonna go star gazing
And try to figure out which one they're near
Try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height
She know you can't get there from here Full moon, so soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June
Cliches, good ways
Say what you mean, mean what you say
Just say what you mean, mean what you say -
Something So Feminine About a Mandolin
SOMETHING SO FEMININE ABOUT A MANDOLIN
Jimmy Buffett & Jane Buffett It was late in the evenin'
just a few of us pickin',
but the lady she played
so easy and fine.
And the chords that she strummed
were so tastefully clever,
they planted this song in my mind. Cause there's somethin' so feminine,
about a mandolin;
the way that they feel,
the way that they ring.
Just to see slender fingers,
movin' so fluid,
made this poor heart to sing. And when I get older and I have a daughter,
I'll teach her to sing, and play her my song
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along. Maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin',
'Cause when that bug bites you,
you live with the string.
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing. Cause there's somethin' so feminine
about a mandolin.
The way that they feel, the way that they ring.
And that evening in a pasture,
somewhere near Austin.
That mandolin made me sing,
Her mandolin made me sing. -
Kick It in Second Wind
KICK IT IN SECOND WIND
Jimmy Buffett & Jane Buffett One o'clock in the mornin',
people pilin' into the door.
Drinks are still comin' in and
I'm barely hummin' and the
audience is screamin' for more.
Somebody's locked in the bathroom,
manager can't find the key.
I pay that man but from where I stand,
it's lookin like a pris'ner is me. Chorus
So won't you kick it in second wind
we got two more hours to go.
Is there anymore hope of scorin' anymore coke,
and we've still got to do another show. My mind started to wander,
In the middle of the second song
Dreamin' I was at sea, just my baby and me
when the words started coming out wrong.
Waitresses are pickin' up glasses,
The bartender screamed last call.
When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
And the bass man took a bad fall. Chorus Instrumental It's three o'clock in the mornin',
runnin' on adrenaline.
What I'm tryin to say is that tomorrow's the day
And we've got to do it over again. -
This Hotel Room
THIS HOTEL ROOM This hotel room got a lot of stuff
A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone
Well a light that comes on when I'm not home
I ain't home, I ain't home
You better leave a message cause I ain't home They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot
A radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide I got a second story view from curb to curb
I got a sign that reads "Do not disturb"
A monogram towel and a bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies
Mirror that lies, mirror that lies,
That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise They got a room service menu for food and drinks
A porcelain thrown and an aluminum sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A magic fingers and a king size bed
Put in a quarter, turn out the light
Magic fingers makes you feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Magic fingers makes you feel alright Oh this ole' hotel's alright with me
They pay the postage if you loose the key
This hotel has got a lot of stuff
But I do believe I have had enough
Call my baby said, don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm checking out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
Comin' home, comin home
Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home