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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Truckstop Salvation (Jimmy Buffett) Words and Music by Jimmy Buffett >From the Album "Before the Beach"
Intro:
GG/C (repeat)
Verse 1:
AmC Straight-laced leather-faced B/GDGG/C He rolled in like he owned the two bit town AmD Dollar bills bulging from his bell bottomed jeans B/GDGG/C The population they gathered 'round EmG Nothing this exciting since a fertilizer truck blew a AmDD/G6DD/G6 Front tire and landed in the creek AmC Everybody talkin' everybody strainin' B/GDGG/C Tryin' to get a little peek
Chorus:
AmC It's just the word they'll never know B/GD Not a country fair sideshow AmCD A reality they'll somehow never see AmC He's what they tried to kill B/GD With their Bibles and their stills AmCDD/G6 DD/G6 But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free
Repeat Intro.
Verse 2:
Payin' for the gas he wickedly shouted thanks And continued on his journey once again Just about that time a siren fast approachin'' and The pot bellied sheriff he whizzed right in With his self inflicted grammar started shoutin' Accusations at the long haired greasy looking ape While a local D.J. from the fifty watt station got The whole damn thing on tape
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Intro.
Verse 3:
The holy roller preacher told the eager congregation That the devil has passed right through their nest But the teenage girls with their locks in curls were Talkin' 'bout that hair upon his chest Now the kids got their cookie while the preacher saved some souls And the story spread to everyone in sight Commotion was the word and everybody heard He was gone before the night