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Son of a son album, Jimmy buffett

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu (Mike Hall) GCC of the "alt.fan.jimmy-buffett" Internet Usenet newsgroup. Send all comments and questions to Mike A. Hall <mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu>. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) Son of a Son of a Sailor By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 G As the son of a son of a sailor F C G I went out on the sea for adventure C G Expanding the view of the captain and crew D G Like a man just released from indenture G As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man F C G I have chalked up many a mile C G Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks D G And I learned much from both of their styles Chorus: F C Son of a son, son of a son G Son of a son of a sailor F C 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 F C Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind G That our forefathers harnessed before us F C Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging 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 F C The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains G I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Fool Button @CHORDS: Mike Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) Fool Button By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 A I woke up in a strange room I'd never seen before Weird paintings on the walls Mirrors on the ceiling I bolted for the door D Lookin' for my rentacar Was the Cordoba blue or red? A Tryin' to remember where I put the keys Tryin' to remember what I said Chorus: D I pushed the fool button A My night went haywire D I pushed the fool button E Set my brain on fire Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar A little three piece band playin' on the stand Not knowin' what lay in store In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage The crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk As he went into a blues rampage Chorus: It was a fool palace Double knit on parade They pushed the fool button As the skinny boy played and played Push it, push it, push it Try to make a point of protectin' the innocent But none of them can be found It can happen anytime Happen anyplace It can happen in your own home town If you don't believe my words Or think my story's true Get a bottle of rum and a Eskatrol And watch the same thing happen to you Chorus: We'll push the fool button I'll meet you in the bar We'll push the fool button Where everyone's a star (Jimmy pushed the fool button) (He pushed it like a fool, Bubba) (Pushin' like a fool) (Pushed the button like a fool) (Pushed the fool button) (Pushed it like a fool) (Pushed the button like a fool) ---------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: The Last Line @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) The Last Line By: Keith Sykes 1977 F C F C Given my life for songs that I sing F C F C Matter of fact, I've given everything F C F C Time has come to not make a sound F C F C Time has come to lay my burdens down F Bb F Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) C F C Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) G C It's come from behind F G Now is the time F C F C For the last line (last line) Managed to keep some friends on my side To live through the times of the rumors and lies Now it's time to rest my heart Let some other innocent fool take my part Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) It's come from behind Now is the time For the last line (last line) ( saxophone solo) Whoa oh oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) It's come from behind Now it's the time For the last line (last line) So don't pay me no mind, I'm walkin' away You'll see me again on some other day You'll see me again, I'll be ready to go And pour out my songs with my heart and my soul Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) It's come from behind Now is the time For the last line (last line) Yes it's come from behind Now is the time For the last line (last line) Ah the last line (last line) -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Livingston Saturday Night Livingston Saturday Night By: Jimmy Buffett 1975 E B You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight A7 E You take a few tokes make you feel alright A B7 E Rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night B Pickup's washed and you just got paid A7 E With any luck at all you might even get laid A B E 'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night A E So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band B7 E Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sand A E Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool F#7 B7 Hittin' on the honeys right outta high school A B7 Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right A7 B7 E 'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night (alright Timmy...) Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country band Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg Temperature is risin' better pop another keg Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right 'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night (where's that harpoon man...) Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg Temperature is risin' better pop another keg Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right 'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise Cheeseburger in Paradise By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beats Bm |||| A | Bm |||| G | Bm |||| A | D | G A D Tried to amend my carnivorous habits G A D Made it nearly seventy days G A D Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds E A Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays G A D G But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams G A Bm Some kind of sensuous treat G D G D Not zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat G D A D But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat Chorus: G A D Cheeseburger in paradise G A D Heaven on Earth with an onion slice G A D Not too particular, not too precise G D A D 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 Repeat intro Repeat Guitar Tacet part (above) -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Coast of Marseilles @CHORDS: Matt Landrum (mdl@cypress.com) Coast of Marseilles By: Keith Sykes 1978 E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7 I sat there on the coast of Marseilles A Bm7 A Bm7 My thoughts came by like wind through my hand E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7 How good it'd be to feel you again A Bm7 A/E E/D A/C# E/B C9 B9 E6 How good it's be to feel that way again E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7 Would you be remembering me A Bm7 A Bm7 I ask that question time and again E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7 The answer came and haunted me so A Bm7 A/E E/D A/C# E/B I would not want to think it again C9 B9 E No, I would not want to think it again C#m7 G#m7 C#m B E C7 Youuuuuuuu make it so hard to forget C#m7 G#m7 C#m A B A Iiiiiiiiii haven't stopped loving you yet E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7 When I left the coast of Marseilles A Bm7 A Bm7 I hadn't done what I'd come to do E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7 Spent all the money I'd saved A Bm7 A/E E/D A/C# E/B Still did not get over you C9 B9 A/E E/D A/C# E/B No, I still did not get over you C#m7 C9 B9 E6 Oooooooooooo -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chord diagrams: (EAGBDe) (use lots of bar chords, and walk down bass) A/C# - x4x2xo B9 - x21222 Cm7 - x35343 E6 - o2212o A/E - xx2x2o C7 - x35353 C#m7 - x46454 E/D - xxoxoo Bm7 - x24232 C9 - x32333 E/B - o2x1xo G#7 - 464544 -------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Cowboy In The Jungle @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) Cowboy in the Jungle By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 G There's a cowboy in the jungle Am And he looks so out of place D With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots C D G And his skin as white as paste G Headin' south to Paraguay Am Where the Gauchos sing and shout Now he's stuck in Porto Bello C D G Since his money all ran out So he hangs out with the sailors Night and day they're raisin' hell And his original destination's just another Story that he loves to tell With no plans for the future He still seems in control From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide He just had to learn to roll Chorus: G C D G Roll with the punches C D G Play all of his hunches C D Make the best of whatever came his way C D G What he lacked in ambition C D Em He made up with in-tuition C D G Plowing straight ahead come what may Steel band in the distance And their music floats across the bay While American women in moomoos Talk about all the things they did today And their husbands quack about fishing As they slug those rum drinks down Discussing who caught what and who sat on his butt But it's the only show in town Chorus: They're tryin' to drink all the punches They all may lose their lunches Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six days Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition Plowin' straight ahead come what may Refrain: Am C G But I don't want to live on that kind of island Am C G No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea Em A7 Too much for me, too much for me C D G I've got to be where the wind and the water are free Alone on a midnight passage I can count the falling stars While the Southern Cross and the satellites They remind me of where we are Spinning around in circles Living it day to day And still twenty four hours may be sixty good years It's still not that long a stay Chorus: We've gotta roll with the punches Learn to play all of our hunches Makin' the best of whatever comes your way Forget that blind ambition And learn to trust your intuition Plowin' straight ahead come what may D C G And there's a cowboy in the jungle -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Man~ana @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) Man~ana By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 D She said I can't go back to America soon It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June G Em Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo, stuck in their cars A G D And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars D Customs man tells her that she's gotta leave She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve G Em Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind A G D (D7) And any direction he blows'll be fine. CHORUS: G D Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it A D D7 I have heard those words for so very long G D Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it A G D Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong Tried and I tried but I don't understand Never seems to work out the way I had it planned Hangin' out in a marina when Steve Martin called Singin' anybody there really wanna' get small But women and water are in short supply There's not enough dope for us all to get high I hear it gets better, that's what they say As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay Chorus: Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it I have heard your lines for so very long Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song (spoken: "Alright, let's reggae Reefers'") SOLO: D G A G D Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates Sure was good to talk to the old United States While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west I see General Electric's still doing their best I've got to head this boat south pretty soon New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes But I know that I'll get 'em I know that they'll come Through the people and places and Callwoods Rum Last Chorus: So please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it I have done your lines for so very long Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged! (gong) A G D And I hope Anita Bryant never ever does one of my songs -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: African Friend @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.acc.georgetown.edu) African Friend By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 G C G Disembarking at Duvalier Airport D C G Seeking transportation to town G C G As the purple ink dried on his passport D C G He could still feel the eyes look around (Some French stuff) casino Spoke to the cabbie and smiled Driver replied vous o louvos As he motioned the dark man inside Bm C CHORUS: Business in Aruba concluded Am D Dsus4 He now had a little money to spend C D G That's how I came to meet my African friend We were rolling the bones several hours Conversing as most gamblers do We were calling on all of our powers Hoping to see the night through But not approving at all of our winning, Pit boss he tugged at his sleeve Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning When he motioned it's time we should leave With our night at the tables behind us We were ready just to do it again That's when I came to know my African friend INSTRUMENTAL But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse Soldier told me I better leave As I stumbled to find me a taxi I saw a note pinned to my sleeve It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening Truly was our night to win But the authorities insist on my leaving Take care, my American friend With my weekend in Haiti concluded I now had a little money to spend That's how I came know my African Friend --------------------------------------------------------------------- End of the SOASOAS GCC section... 12/4/94 MAH


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