Jimmy Buffett (born December 25, 1946 in Gulf Shores, Alabama, United States) is a singer/songwriter, best known for his "island escapism" lifestyle and music including hits such as "Margaritaville" and "Come Monday". He has a rabid, but genial, cult following known as "Parrotheads." They call the youngest members "Parakeets."
Buffett has written three No. 1 best sellers. Tales from Margaritaville and Where Is Joe Merchant? both spent over seven months on the New York Times Best Seller fiction list.
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@ALBUM: Songs You Know By Heart @SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise Cheeseburger in Paradise By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 >From "Son of a Son of a Sailor"
Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beats
Bm |||| A | Bm |||| G | Bm |||| A | D |
GAD Tried to amend my carnivorous habits GAD Made it nearly seventy days GAD Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds EA Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays GADG But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams GABm Some kind of sensuous treat GDGD Not zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat GDAD But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus: GAD Cheeseburger in paradise GAD Heaven on Earth with an onion slice GAD Not too particular, not too precise GDAD I'm just a Cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time sailor men They eat the same thing again and again Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
But times change, sailors these days When I'm in port I get what I need Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus: Cheeseburger in Paradise Medium rare with mustard be nice Heaven on Earth with an onion slice I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise
** (Guitar Tacet throughout) ** 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 my
Chorus: Cheeseburger in Paradise Makin' the best of every virtue and vice Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a Cheeseburger in Paradise I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise
@SONG: He Went To Paris @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) He Went To Paris By: Jimmy Buffett 1973 >From "A White Sport Coat And A Pink Crustacean"
A He went to Paris lookin' for answers DA To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive DE7 Savin' the world on his own
D But the warm summer breezes A The French wines and cheeses DE7 Put his ambition at bay A The summers and winters
Scattered like splinters DE7A And four or five years slipped away
Then he went to England, played the piano And married an actress named Kim They had a fine life, she was a good wife And bore him a young son named Jim
And all of the answers and all of the questions Locked in his attic one day 'Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin' 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 whole world was shattered And all he could do was just cry
While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin' 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 Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin' But he don't care what most people say
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say "Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic But I had a good life all the way"
A And he went to Paris lookin' for answers DE7A To questions that bothered him so
BbCF She came down from Cincinnati BbCF It took her three days on the train BbCF Lookin' for some peace and quiet BbCF Hoped to see the sun again
BbCF But now she lives down by the ocean BbCF She's takin' care to look for sharks BbCF They hang out in the local bars BbCF And they feed right after dark
Am7Dm7 Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey? Am7Dm7 Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around? BbCBbC You got fins to the left, fins to the right BbCF And you're the only bait in town Am7Dm7Am7Dm7 Oh whoa, Oh whoa BbCBbC You got fins to the left, fins to the right BbCF And you're the only bait in town
She's saving up all of her money Wants to head it 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 up her load Boys keep her high as the months go by She's gettin' postcards from the road
Chorus: Can't you feel 'em closin' in honey? Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town
(harmonica solo) Repeat Intro tab
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
@SONG: Margaritaville @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Margaritaville By: Jimmy Buffett 1977 >From "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes"
D Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake A All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing DD7 Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil
Chorus: GADD7 Wastin' away again in Margaritaville GADD7 Searching for my lost shaker of salt GADAG Some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame AGD But I know it's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason I stayed here all season Nothin' 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
Chorus: Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think Hell, it could be my fault
Solo (based on verse chords and chorus)
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
Chorus: Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know It's my own damned fault
GADAG Yes and, some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame AGD And I know it's my own damned fault
@SONG: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Son of a Son of a Sailor By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 >From "Son of a Son of a Sailor"
G As the son of a son of a sailor FCG I went out on the sea for adventure CG Expanding the view of the captain and crew DG Like a man just released from indenture
G As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man FCG I have chalked up many a mile CG Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks DG And I learned much from both of their styles
Chorus: FC Son of a son, son of a son G Son of a son of a sailor FC Son of a gun, load the last ton C 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 boarder
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
FC Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind G That our forefathers harnessed before us FC Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings G 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 searching for songs Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But the 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
FC The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains G I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
@SONG: Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes By: Jimmy Buffett 1977 >From "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes"
Intro: GDAGD
DG I took off for a weekend last month AD Just to try and recall the whole year G All of the faces and all of the places AD Wonderin' where they all disappeared BmF#m I didn't ponder the question too long GA I was hungry and went out for a bite GD Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum AD and we wound up drinkin' all night
Chorus: GD It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes AD Nothing remains quite the same GD With all of our running and all of our cunning AGD 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
Chorus: 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
(Repeat Intro chords)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine I wish I could jump on a plane So many nights I just dream of the ocean God I wish I was sailin' again Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder So I can't look back for too long There's just too much to see waiting in front of me And I know that I just can't go wrong
Chorus: With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same With all of my running and all of my cunning If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane AFCGDAD If we weren't all crazy we would go insane
------------------------------------------------------------ Chord diagrams: Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222| -------------------------------------------------------------------| -------------------------------------------------------------------| @SONG: Come Monday @CHORDS: Kevin Shuholm Come Monday By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 >From "Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"
Note: play in G, capo 2nd fret GC Headin' up to San Francisco DG For the Labor Day week-end show, C I've got my hush-puppies on I guess I DG Never was meant for glitter rock and roll AmCDD7 And, honey, I didn't know, that I'd be missin' you so
Chorus: CG Come Monday it'll be all right CD Come Monday I'll be holdin' you tight GBmCD I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze CDG 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 you're off on vacation Somethin' you tried to explain And darlin', it's I love you so That's the reason I just let you go
(Repeat chorus)
Bridge: Amaj7Dmaj7Amaj7Dmaj7 I can't help it honey, you're that much a part of me now Amaj7Dmaj7 Remember that night in Montana C 5/2 5/0 C 5/2 5/0 DFCG when we said there'd be no room for doubt
I hope you're 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
(Repeat chorus) GBmCD I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze CDFCG And I just want you back by my side...
@SONG: Pirate Looks at Forty @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Pirate Looks at 40 By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 >From "A1A"
G Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call CDAm7G Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall AmDAm7G You've seen it all, you've seen it all....
2) Watched 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
3) 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
4) 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
5) 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 stop wishin', got to go fishin' I'm down to rock bottom again, Just a few friends, just a few friends...
6) I go for younger women, lived with several awhile And though I ran away, they'll come back one day And I still can manage a smile. It just takes a while, just takes a while
7) Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown....
@SONG: Why Don't We Get Drunk @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall ([email protected]) Why Don't We Get Drunk By: Marvin Gardens (A.K.A. Jimmy Buffett) 1973 >From "A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean"
DD7GD I really do, appreciate the fact you're sittin' here DGE7 Your voice sounds so wonderful E7A7 But your face don't look too clear GD So barmaid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew GADD7 Honey why don't we get drunk and screw
Chorus: GAD Why don't we get drunk and screw? E7A7 I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you G They say you are a snuff queen D Honey I don't think that's true GAD So, why don't we get drunk and screw
Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."
Solo (violin)
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? Yeah, now baby I say, "Lord!," Why don't we get drunk and screw
AD Boat drinks GAD Boys in the band ordered boat drinks GAD Visitors scored on the home rink GADGA Everything seems to be wrong
ADGAD Lately newspapers mentioned cheap airfare GAD I gotta fly to St. Somewhere GAD I'm close to bodily harm
20 degrees and the hockey game's on Nobody cares, they're all way too far gone, screaming Boat drinks, something to keep 'em all warm
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer I think I've got cabin fever Somebody sound the alarm
Bridge: Fmaj7C I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow GC Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott? Fmaj7C Any old place here on Earth or in space EF#m7AGF#mA You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
But I know I should be leaving this climate I've got a verse and can't rhyme it I gotta go where it's warm
Boat drinks Waitress, I need two more boat drinks Then I'm heading south 'fore my dream shrinks I gotta go where it's warm [I gotta go where it's] I gotta go where it's warm [I gotta go where it's] I gotta go where it's WARM!
GAGA I gotta go where there ain't any snow GAGA Where there ain't any blow, 'cause my fin sinks so low GAD I gotta go where it's warm
@SONG: Grapefruit-Juicy fruit Grapefruit-Juicy fruit By: Jimmy Buffett 1973 >From "A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean"
Intro: BCBCF#GBC
BCBC Grapefruit a bathin' suit F#G Chew a little juicy fruit C Wash away the night
BCBC Drive-in you guzzle gin F#G Commit a little mortal sin C It's good for the soul
Chorus: Dm7G7Cmaj7C6 And oh it gets so damn lonely Dm7G7Cmaj7 When you're on a plane alone Dm7G7Cmaj7C6 And if I had the money honey I'd strap you in beside me D7G7 And never ever leave you leave you at home all alone and cryin'
Ten speed no need My pickup gets me where I please Chuggin' down the street
But I'll be leavin' In a little while So close your eyes and I'll I'll be back real soon
Spoken: "Ah, take it Refers... Lady's choice, everybody dance..."
@SONG: Pencil Thin Mustache Pencil Thin Mustache By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 >From "Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"
DF#7B7 Now they make new movies in old black and white E7A7 With happy endings, where nobody fights DF#7B7 So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage E7A7 Honey, jump right up and show your age
Chorus: DF#7B7 I wish I had a pencil thin mustache E7A7D The "Boston Blackie" kind DF#7B7 A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket E7A7 And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
DD7 Oh I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny GBb Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny DF#7B7 Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache E7A7D Then I could solve some mysteries too
EmB7EmB7 Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast EmB7Em Drinkin' on a fake I.D. F#mC7F#mC7 And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana E7A7 But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana DF#7B7 Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache E7A7D then I could solve some mysteries too
(same as above chords with this verse) But then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore) Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge, But all you want to do is learn how to score
DF#7B7 Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear E7A7 I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair DF#7B7 But I can go to movies and see it all there E7A7D Just the way that it used to be
Chorus: That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache The "Boston Blackie" kind, a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be Maybe suave Errol Flynn or a Sheik of Araby If I only had a pencil thin mustache Then I could do some cruisin' too
D Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah E7A7D Oh, I could do some cruisin' too
@SONG: Volcano Volcano By: Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes, Harry Dailey 1979 >From "Volcano"
Chorus: F I don't know C7 I don't know FBb I don't know where I'm a gonna go FC7F When the vol-cano blow
FBbF Ground she's movin' under me BbF Tidal waves out on the sea BbF Sulphur smoke up in the sky BbF Pretty soon we learn to fly
(Repeat chorus)
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
(Repeat chorus)
No time to count what I'm worth 'Cause I just left the planet earth Where I go I hope there's rum Not to worry mon soon come
(Repeat chorus) FBbF But I don't want to land in New York City C7F Don't want to land in Mexi-co BbF Don't want to land on no Three Mile Island C7F Don't want to see my skin aglow
Don't want to land in Commanche Sky park Or in Nashville, Tennessee Don't want to land in no San Juan airport Or the Yukon Territory
Don't want to land no San Diego Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay Don't want to land on no Eye-Yatollah I got nothin' more to say
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