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Disc 1 - Great Heart
GREAT HEART
Johnny Clegg This world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searchin' for a great heart
To stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you barely know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the savannah
A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind Chorus
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
(Chant) Repeat Chorus I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searchin' for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me Guk a 'mzimba (body grow old)
Sala 'nhliziyo (but heart remain behind) -
Disc 1 - Saxophones
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 -
Disc 1 - Gypsies In The Palace
GYPSIES IN THE PALACE
Jimmy Buffett, Glenn Frey & Will Jennings So long Boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
The limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, I swear he wouldn't mind
Hell, we''ll just shoot the lock off, I do it all the time We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no fight
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring them over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like Bubba does
We'll do the old man proud We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're going wild tonight. He's the greatest guy to work for, man, he's really cool
Hey Snake, this party's getting dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey, let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey Snake, we need more wine We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace and we're raising hell tonight, hey Oh, hi there Boss, what's goin' on?
You say you're coming when?
I'll send Snake to pick you tomorrow night at ten, okay Everybody out of here, the show is closing down
We've got to find someone to clean this up,
He's coming back to town Hi there boss, we waxed your car, we raked and mowed
your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you
were gone Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the Sleepless Knights will now assume
the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight Hello?
Hey, Jimmy, it's Glenn
Glenn, How ya' doing?
Fine man, I'm going on the road, do you know anyone who
could house sit for me?
I got these two great guys that look after my place man,
they're the best. -
Disc 1 - In The Shelter
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. -
Disc 1 - Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
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 -
Disc 1 - Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
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. -
Disc 1 - Knees Of My Heart
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 -
Disc 1 - Burn That Bridge
BURN THAT BRIDGE I'm not saying I'm scared of you
But your love is something new
When I hold you we're swaying in the wind
Of all the bridges I've ever crossed
High and lonesome and wild and lost
I feel this time I'll take it to the end
We don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay Chorus
And we'll burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn it down
Burn it down We've both done our share of runnin' around
Now we know enough to know the kind of love
we've found
It's the real thing and we've got to see it through
eI'm a singer and a sailor on a midnight sea
Oh captain come and take me on your fantasy
If we're crazy that ain't nothin' new
'Cause we don't care what the people may say
If there's a price it's the price we'll pay and Chorus Who knows how it started
Who knows it's ends
The point of no return is waiting
just around the bend -
Disc 1 - Come Monday
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 -
Disc 1 - The Natives Are Restless
The Natives Are Restless Well, there's an uprising down on Watusi Street
And the witch doctor don't know what to think!
Well, the big chief says it isn't so
They get dressed up, messed up, ready to go
And the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Yeah, they're doin' a dance no one's ever seen,
And they're barbecuin' real human beans!
They pick their teeth with porcupine
And wash you down with jungle wine!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
(Mmm, wanna bite?)
Well, in the heat of the city, it's hard to be cool,
You don't wanna do nothin' too terri-bool
But in my neighborhood, there's somethin' you should know
When the drum beat starts, it's time to go!
Ooh, the natives are restless
The natives are restless tonight!
Tonight!
Tonight!
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Disc 1 - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
It's Five O' Clock Somewhere The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow
And so am I
Work day passes like molasses in winter time
But it's July
Getting paid by the hour and older by the minute
My boss just pushed me over the limit
I could call him something
Think I'll just call it a day
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon
Half the night
Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay
But, hey, that's all right
I ain't had a day off now, in over a year
My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here
If the phone's for me you can tell them
I just sailed away
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
It's five o'clock somewhere
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab
And be back to work before two
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder
What would Jimmy Buffett do
Funny you should ask Alan, I'd say
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
Pour me something tall and strong
Make it a hurricane before I go insane
It's only half past twelve but I don't care
it's five o'clock somewhere
But he don't care, I don't care
Together
It's five o'clock somewhere
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Disc 1 - 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 -
Disc 1 - Cheeseburger In Paradise
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. -
Disc 2 - The Tiki Bar Is Open
The Tiki Bar Is Open Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I was out on a leave of absence
From any resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched to the great blue yonder
From the boys down at Kennedy
I was driving by his majesty's court hotel
Where the sign said, "Praise his name"
I was tired and alone, I couldn't see too well
But I don't think that he was to blame
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
There's a full moon over Daytona beach
There's a full moon in my mind
And my suntan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind
Well, his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black, number three
Now the king is gone but he'll not be forgotten
Nor his like will we ever see
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
I know a drink ain't no solution
I ain't had one in seventeen years
But if that tiki bar was closed tonight
Well, I might just disappear
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
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Disc 2 - Everybody's Talkin'
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. -
Disc 2 - Why Don't We Get Drunk
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 -
Disc 2 - I Still Miss Someone
I STILL MISS SOMEONE At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
Sweethearts stroll by together
And I still miss someone
I go out to a party
Hoping I can have some fun
All I find's a darkened corner
'Cause I still miss someone
Cause I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's misses
All the things that she undone
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
Cause I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind has come
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
(We'll, miss you Johnny)
And I still miss someone
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Disc 2 - It's My Job
IT'S MY JOB
By Mac McAnally In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin' by
He was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good he felt
So I asked him while he swept Chorus
He said "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me" Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made millionaire
He never had anyone to love never had no one to care
He always to seemed kind of sad to me
So I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because in my contract there's a clause
That says "It's my job to worried half to death
And that's the thing people respect in me
It's a job but without it I'd be less
Than what I expect from me" I've been lazy most all of my life
Writing songs and sleeping late
Any manual labor I've done purely by mistake
If street sweepers can smile then
I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
Till the lights go on and the stage is set
And the song hits home and you feel that sweat It's my job to be different than the rest
and that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the best
and that's a tough break for me
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
and that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the best
and that makes the day for me. -
Disc 2 - I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)
I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme) You tell me I'm running on lost time
You tell me I'm dragging my heels
Do you make the most out of our time
Do you think you know how I feel
I don't know I don't know
Which way I should go
I don't know
I don't know
It's too gnarly a day for the classroom, mon
There breaking so nice down the coast
Let's jump in the car grab a buzz on
Cruisin' what I dig the most
I don't know I don't know
If the wind's gonna blow
I don't know
I don't know
Now I've got a terminal daydream
Something that's you'll never know
I keep it right here in my backpack, mon
And take it where ever I go
I don't know I don't know
If I'm high or I'm low
I don't know
I don't know I don't know
If I'm high or I'm low
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
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Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks At Forty
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. -
Disc 2 - Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes
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) -
Disc 2 - Tampico Trauma
TAMPICO TRAUMA I must look a mess I must admit
But I have been traveling 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
They 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 senioritas
I swore that I would not go home them
All those lovely ladies were my friends
All those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend
Como esta, Senorita? That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
You see I was drinkin' doubles
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 around here again
You come back next time we may not pretend
Hi Dee Ho Boys! -
Disc 2 - Mexico
Mexico
James Taylor Verse
WAY DOWN HERE
YOU NEED A REASON TO MOVE
FEEL A FOOL
RUNNIN' YOUR STATE SIDE GAME
LOSE YOUR LOAD
LEAVE YOUR MIND BEHIND, BABY JAMES Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SIMPLE
I JUST GOT TO GO
THE SUN'S SO HOT
I FORGOT TO GO HOME
GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW Verse
AMERICANO'S GOT THE SLEEPY EYES
BUT HIS BODY'S STILL SHAKEN LIKE A LIVE WIRE
SENIORITA WITH HER EYES ON FIRE, DON'T YOU KNOW Chorus
OH MEXICO
IT SOUNDS SO SWEET
WITH THE SUN SINKIN' LOW
THE MOONS SO BRIGHT
LIKE TO LIGHT UP THE LIGHT
MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT Verse
BABYS HUNGRY
AND THE MONEY'S ALL GONE
THE FOLKS BACK HOME
DON'T WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE
SHE GETS A LONG LETTER
SENDS BACK A POST CARD
TIMES ARE HARD Chorus
OH DOWN IN MEXICO
I NEVER REALLY BEEN
SO I DON'T REALLY KNOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW
OOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I'VE NEVER REALLY BEEN
BUT I'D SURE LIKE TO GO
WOOOOHHHHHH MEXICO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GO NOW -
Disc 2 - Margaritaville
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 -
Disc 2 - Volcano
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. -
Disc 2 - Fins
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. -
Disc 2 - Far Side Of The World
Tonight I Just Need My Guitar
Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally Gulf coast nights, flounder lights
I'm back on the Eastern shore
With my history of wrecks
I think It's time to check
The crab trap of life once more Need is a relative thing these days
It borders on desire
The high tech world is full of bright
shiny things
We think that we really require Sometimes more than others
You see who and what and where
You are
I'm a one-man band with no
Immediate plans
Tonight I just need my guitar Don't need to feel important or famous
No limos or my little Nash car
One lucky man
With my feet in the sand
Tonight I just need my guitar -
Disc 2 - The Wind Cries Mary
The Wind Cries Mary After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red and the wind whispers mary
A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind it cries mary
The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is is dead
And the wind screams mary
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers no this will be the last
And the wind cries mary