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Buffett Jimmy - A1a Album guitar chord

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From: mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu (Mike Hall)

This is something a few of us are in the process of completing for the

Jimmy Buffett newsgroup.  Once completed, we'll put his entire compilation

of chord arrangements onto an anonymous FTP site and WWW page.  

  Whoever's interested or likes what they see, please email me for more

information.

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Great Chords Compilation (GCC) of the "alt.fan.jimmy-buffett" Usenet

newsgroup.  Comments and questions to Mike A. Hall .

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@ALBUM: A1A

@SONG: Makin' Music For Money

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Makin' Music For Money

By:  Alex Harvey    

1974

Intro: E (See below for tab)

E

When I woke up this mornin'

      A                E

I was tired as I could be

  B                      

I think I was countin' my money

       A                       E

When I should a' been countin' sheep

My agent he just called me

And told me what I should be

If I would make my music for money

Instead of makin' music for me

Chorus:

                A                        E

     I said, "I know that this may sound funny

         A                           E

     But money don't mean nothin' to me

             A                 E

     I won't make my music for money

                   B                 E

     No, I'm gonna make my music for me"

He said, "The people only buy the love songs

Rock n' Roll and not too long"

He said, "Son you got to be commercial

If you want to turn the people on"

And I said, "Turnin' on the people

Now that's a beautiful place to be

But if I spend my time makin' them up a rhyme

Well, who's gonna turn on me?"

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:  (Use bar/power chords)

         D-E  D-E  D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G

         D-E  D-E  D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G

Well now I went up to Country

And I'll tell you all about the scene

I found a place with much charm and much grace

That wasn't touched by the music machine

Whoa, the people were havin' a good time

Makin' music all day long

And nobody cared if they ever got paid

One penny for playin' a song

CHORUS (2x)

Intro tab:

e|---------------------------------------------------|

B|---------------------------------------------------|

G|---------------------------------------------------|

D|-6---9-9--------6---9-9--------6---9-9-------------|

A|-7-------9-7----7-------9-7----7-------9-7-9---7---|

E|---------------------------------------------9-----|

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@SONG: Door Number Three

@CHORDS: Sean Costello  

Door Number Three

By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman

1974

Intro: C G D G

G

Oh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn

C                    G

My turn to have me a ball

G

Boys at the shop told me just where to stop

     A7                    D

If I wanted to play for it all

C                             G        C

I didn't know I'd find her on daytime TV

   C                G              D           G

My whole world lies waiting behind door number three

  G

I chose my apparel, I wore a beer barrel

         C                           G

And they rolled me to the very first row

  G

I held a big sign that said, "Kiss me I'm a baker

    D                     G

And Monty I sure need the dough"

       C                                   G                C

Then I grabbed that sucker by the throat until he called on me

          C                G              D           G

'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

    C                                  G

And I don't want what Jay's got on his table

       C                                  G

Or the box Carol Merrill points to on the floor

   C                                  G

No I'll hold out just as long as I am able

   D                             G

Or until I can unlock that lucky door

            C                   G

Well, she's no big deal to most folks

    D                   G

But she's everything to me

          C                G              D           G

'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walkin' down your hall

Got beat, lost my seat, but I'm not a man to crawl

Though I didn't get rich, you son of a bitch

I'll be back just wait and see

'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

Yes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

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@SONG: Dallas

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Dallas

By: Roger Bartlett

1974

     *This song was recorded with a capo 5 guitar, but

     *I've arranged it here for a standard guitar.

Intro: A Asus2

       A                            F#m

If you ever get the chance to go to Dallas

        D               A

Take it from me pass it by

                                          F#m

'Cause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas

        D                    A

Take it from me don't go and cry

Chorus:

             E

     And I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can

     G                                    A

     Gonna stop off for awhile and see my woman

People do you wrong down in Dallas

I know well they've done it to me

Stealin' all your bread, they're so callous

I know well just look and see

(Repeat chorus)

Bridge:

            D                   G

      Well, people like me just can't be free

          D               G       D A  

      The Provo man won't let us be-ee

             D                     G

      If the people who knew could get away

      D                    G          D  E

      I'm real sure they'd heed the day

(instrumental)

Yeah, now come on down and lose your mental balance

Look at me half crazy now

Oh, talkin' to chairs is strange and I know it

Look at me I'm doin' it know

(Repeat Chorus) (3x)

Chord Diagrams:

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|x02230| - Asus2           |244222| - F#m

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@SONG: Presents to Send You

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Presents To Send You

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

Intro:  G

G

Well now I'm in love with a fast-movin' angel

C                D          G

Dresses like the city girls do

C           D               G          Em

When we're apart there's no ache in my heart

             C              D         G

When we're together we're a hell of a crew

Chorus:

         C     D           G

     And I got presents to send you

     C        D        Em

     Even got money to lend you

               C           D       G

     But honey I can never ever pretend

                            D

     You're not there on my mind

There sits a fifth of Tequila

God I swore I'd never drink it again

But my last little bout I had my hair pulled out

By a man who really wasn't my friend

And I know I'll never see him again

(Repeat chorus)

        F               C            G

Yeah, I thought I might sail down to Bridgetown

           F           C        G

Spend some time in the Barbados sun

       F                        C

But my plans took a skid when I smoked a whole lid

A7                    D

Wound up where I'd begun

(Repeat chorus)

(instrumental)

(Repeat chorus)

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@SONG: Stories We Could Tell

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Stories We Could Tell

By: John B. Sebastian

1974

Intro:  D Dsus2

D

Talkin' to myself again

                                A

Wonderin' if this travellin' is good

Is there somethin' else a' doin'

                    D

We'd be doin' if we could

Chorus:

   G             A                D

     But ah, the stories we could tell

         G               A              D

     And if it all blows up and goes to Hell

       G                  A          D             G

     I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel

     D             A                D

     Listen to the stories we could tell

D

Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee

                                   A

Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies

D                           G

Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell

D               A                D

Singin' all the stories he could tell

Chorus:

        Ah, the stories he could tell

        And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell

        I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel

        And listen to the stories it could tell

So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night

Playin' for a livin' beneath brightly colored lights

And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel

You do it for the stories you can tell

Chorus:

        Ah, the stories we could tell

        And if it all blows up and goes to Hell

        I wish that we could sit apon a bed in some motel

        And listen to the stories it could tell

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@SONG: Life is Just a Tire Swing

Life is Just a Tireswing

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

        

G             A     D

I remember the smell of the creosote plant

      E           F#m    Gdim   E7      A        Bm        Cdim  A

when we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt

G               A         D

They lived in a big house  Antebellum style

        G          D               G      D

and the wind would blow across the old bayou

    A                       D

and I was a tranquil little child  

Chorus:

     D                Bm

     Life was just a tire swing

                        G             D

     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing

     G                    D      

     Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken

           G            D           A

     and I never knew a thing about pain

                     Bm

     Life was just a tire swing

In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp

yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp

And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself

And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way

and I could get along without any help

(2nd chorus)

     Life was just a tire swing

     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing  

     Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows

     knowin' I could never hurt a thing

     and life was just a tire swing

Bm       G                 F#m              Em           D

And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola

   G                    F#m                   E7        A

My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola

    Bm                                   A

And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars

    E7                    

and who would've figured twenty years later

       A                 E7              F#m7

I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars  

                Bm

Life was just a tire swing

Then the other morning on some Illinois road

I fell asleep at the wheel

But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole

and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?'

But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree

and I knew that I had survived

Last Chorus:

     Life was just a tire swing

     'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing

     Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken

     And I finally learned a lot about pain

     'Cause life is just a tire swing

     Life was just a tire swing

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Chord diagrams:

F#m - |xx3222|  F#m7 - |xx2222|  Gdim - |xx2323|  

Bm - |xxo432|  Cdim - |xx1212|  Em7  - |o2oooo|

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@SONG: A Pirate Looks at Forty

A Pirate Looks at 40    

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

G        

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call

C                                           D     Am7  G

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall

                Am   D  Am7            G

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

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@SONG: Migration

Migration

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

C

Lookin' back at my background

                 G7

Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here

Some things are still a mystery to me

      C                  C7

While others are much too clear

         F  

I'm just  livin' in the sunshine

     C                     Am

Stay contented most of the time

      D7              

Yeah, listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis

                            G    G7

Sing me their Texas rhymes

Now most of the people who retire in Florida

Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch

And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys

I hate those bastards so much

I wish a summer squall would blow them

All the way up to fantasy land

Am                D7                              

    Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here

                  F          G7      C

    They looked a lot better as beer cans

Chorus:

               Am  

      Yeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me

          G          

      Why some people live like they do

      Am    

      So many nice things happenin' out there

           D7                  G

      They never even seen the clues

              F                  

      Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme

        C                      Am

      I know we been doin' our part

            F                    C

      Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control

               G7                      Am       C

      And some Texas hidden here in my heart

Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine

If I hadn't learned how to sing

And on top of all that I got married too early

'Cost me much more than a ring

But now those crazy days are over

Just gotta learn from the wrong things you've done

I came off the rebound, started lookin' around

Figured out it's time to have a little fun

(repeat chorus)

      

Well, now if I ever live to be an old man

I'm gonna sail down to Martinique

I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit

And an African parakeet

And then I'll sit him on my shoulder

And open up my trusty old mind

I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss

And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

(repeat chorus, then)

            F                    C

Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control

         G7                      F       G     C    C7

And some Texas hidden here in my heart

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@SONG: Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season

Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

D                               G                       D

Squalls out on the gulf stream,  big storms comin' soon

    G                 D      E7                          A7

I passed out in my hammock,  God, I slept 'till way past noon

G                       D    

Stood up and tried to focus  

                                    C   G   A

I hoped I wouldn't have to look far

  G                           D

I knew I could use a Bloody Mary

      A7                       D

so I stumbled next door to the bar

Chorus:

     D          Bm                    F#m

     And now I must confess,   I could use some rest

     G                  A7          D

     I can't run at this pace very long

              Bm                         F#m

     Yes it's quite insane,   I think it hurts my brain

             G                     A7         D

     But it cleans me out   and then I can go on

There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray

Strolling down the avenue   that's known as A1A

I was feeling tired, then I got inspired

And I knew that it wouldn't last long

So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach

and then I made up this song

(repeat chorus)

Well, the wind is blowin' harder now,  fifty knots or there abouts

There's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts

It's time to close the shutters,  it's time to go inside

In a week I'll be in gay Paris  

Well that's a mighty long airplane ride

(repeat chorus and fade)

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Chord diagrams:

Bm - |xxo432|    F#m - |xx4222|   A7 - |xo2o2o|   E7 - |o2o1oo|

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@SONG: Nautical Wheelers

Nautical Wheelers

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

Intro:    A  D  D6           (see bottom for chord diagrams)  

          A  D  A  D

A                     D                A

Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors

     D                      A     A7

Play fiddle tunes under the stars

D                   A             F#m

Petti-coats rustle, working shoes scuffle,

B7                    E

Hustle on down to the bars

D                                      A         A7    

Where the juke-box is blastin' and the liquor is flowin'

   D          A         E    E7

An occasional bottle of wine

               D                    A            

That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented

       E         E7        D            A

To be living and dying in three quarter time

Chorus:

     A          E7                           D          A        

       And it's dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,

         D         A              E     E7

       take me to stars that you know

                   F#m                          D          A

       Come on and dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,

       E          E7      A

       I want so badly to go

Well, the left foot it'll follow

Where the right foot has travelled

Down to the sidewalks unglued

And into the street of my city so neat

Where nobody cares what you do

And Sonna's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic

And Mason has jumped in the sea

And I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat

    E7                     A

Oh, Nautical Wheelers save me

(repeat Chorus)

Well the sunrise will bring on

The sleep that's escaped us

And everyone's off to their beds

There'll be huggin' and squeezin'

A little pleazin' and teasin'  

And rubbin' of each other's heads

So won't you dream on comrades, seems nothin' escapes you,

Nothin', no reason, nor rhyme

That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented

To be living and dying in three quarter time

(repeat chorus and fade)

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Chord diagrams:     B7 - x212o2    D6 -  xxo2o2    

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@SONG: Tin Cup Chalice

Tin Cup Chalice

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

Intro:  G  C G   G  C G

G            C            G

I want to go back  to the island,

           C            D             G

where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'

Em    

Give me oysters and beer  

    A7                                          D

for dinner every day of the year  and I'll feel fine

          D7

I'll feel fine  

Chorus:

     C        D          G

     'Cause I    want to be there

                                |    D          |

              C                 |1. lie beside  |      Em

     I want to go back down and |2. get high by |   the sea there

                                |3. die beside  |

            C                              G       B7       Em

     With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine

                A7            D            G    C G

     and I'm a' chewin', on a honey-suckle vine

Yeah, now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water

Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze

Salt air it ain't thin, I can stick right to you skin

And make you feel fine

It makes you feel fine

(repeat chorus)

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal

Get that pack gear up and let's move

I want to be there 'fore the day, tries to steal away

And leave us behind

I've made up my mind

(repeat chorus and fade)

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Chords diagrams:

Em - |o22ooo|   D7 - |xxo212|   A7 - |xo2o2o|   B7 - |x212o2|

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Disclaimer -(please read)-:

These chord arrangments were created for private use.  Anyone who

distributes them or copies them is in risk of violating copyright

laws.  We claim no responsibility for what others do with these

lyrics and chord arrangements.  

  

  Thank you,

  The GCC authors

[end of disclaimer]

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--  GCC Author's note:  This being IMOHO, THE definitive Buffett album,

     it was the very first created of the GCC series.  So far this has

     been some serious work, but then just think how long it took Jimmy

     to write all this material.  I got a little bit of understanding

     helping with the GLC (Great Lyrics Compilation) of Spring '94, but I

     have really acquired a new respect for Jimmy Buffett's many talents.  

    

     MAH, 8/22/94

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