El country, la literatura de Faulkner, el algodón… todo el sur ha influenciado a Jimmy Buffet. Y También James Taylor ¿por qué no? El caribe ha lanzado muchos cuentos de traficantes de alcohol conocidos como “Rum-runners” (corredores de ron), piratas, vagabundos, prostitutas de puerto y los exiliados (algunos impuestos personalmente, otros no) del norte que han aparecido como el núcleo de historias y canciones. Pero lo cierto es que Jimmy
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Here's a stab at one of my favorite Buffet songs. Corrections and suggestions are welcomed. The slash notation for those unfamiliar with it just indicates the bass note played with the chord. For example G/F# is a G chord with an F# bass note
Also, excuse my ignorance here - not knowing the name of the chord, but I typical use the G which includes the 'd' note of the B string i.e.
EADGBE 3 2 0 0 3 3
Death Of An Unpopular Poet (Jimmy Buffet)
GG/F#CGCC/B D I once knew a poet, who lived before his time GG/F#CGCC/B D He and his dog Spooner, who listened while he rhymed EmBmCC/BFF/ED Words to make ya happy, words to make you cry GG/F#CGCDGCG Then one day the poet suddenly did die
But he left behind a closet, filled with verse and rhyme Through some strange transaction one was printed in the Times And everybody searchin for the king of underground Well they found him down in Florida, with a tombstone for a crown
CC/BD And everybody knows the lines CC/BD From his book that costs $4.99 CC/BD And I wonder if he knows he's doin CG Quite this fine
Cause his books are all best sellers, his poems were turned to songs Had his brother on a talk show, though they never got along And now he's called immortal, yes he's even taught in school They say he used his talent, a most proficient tool
But he left all of his royalties, to Spooner his old hound Growin old on steak and bacon, in a dog house 10 feet 'round And everybody wonders, did he really lose his mind No, he was just a poet who lived before his time.