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Buffett Jimmy - Songs You Know By Heart Album guitar tab

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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 |

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)

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@SONG: He Went To Paris

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

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

D A

To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive

D E7

Savin' the world on his own

D

But the warm summer breezes

A

The French wines and cheeses

D E7

Put his ambition at bay

A

The summers and winters

Scattered like splinters

D E7 A

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

D E7 A

To questions that bothered him so

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@SONG: Fins

@CHORDS: Brian Michalowski (bam@wam.umd.edu)

Fins

By: Jimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, Barry Chance, Tom Corcoran

1979

From "Volcano"

(needs work)

Intro tab: (repeat three times???) last part of tab missing

E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

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

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

D-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

A--0--|-----1-2-3-----3-|-----2-1-0-----0-|-----1-2-3-------|

E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

& 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &

Bb C F

She came down from Cincinnati

Bb C F

It took her three days on the train

Bb C F

Lookin' for some peace and quiet

Bb C F

Hoped to see the sun again

Bb C F

But now she lives down by the ocean

Bb C F

She's takin' care to look for sharks

Bb C F

They hang out in the local bars

Bb C F

And they feed right after dark

Am7 Dm7

Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?

Am7 Dm7

Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?

Bb C Bb C

You got fins to the left, fins to the right

Bb C F

And you're the only bait in town

Am7 Dm7 Am7 Dm7

Oh whoa, Oh whoa

Bb C Bb C

You got fins to the left, fins to the right

Bb C F

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

Repeat first chorus

Repeat Intro tab and fade

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Chord diagrams: Bb - |x13331| Am7 - |xo2o1o| Dm7 - |xxo211|

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@SONG: Margaritaville

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

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

D D7

Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil

Chorus:

G A D D7

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville

G A D D7

Searching for my lost shaker of salt

G A D A G

Some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame

A G D

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

G A D A G

Yes and, some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame

A G D

And I know it's my own damned fault

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@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

From "Son of a Son of a Sailor"

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 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

F C

The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains

G

I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

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@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: G D A G D

D G

I took off for a weekend last month

A D

Just to try and recall the whole year

G

All of the faces and all of the places

A D

Wonderin' where they all disappeared

Bm F#m

I didn't ponder the question too long

G A

I was hungry and went out for a bite

G D

Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum

A D

and we wound up drinkin' all night

Chorus:

G D

It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes

A D

Nothing remains quite the same

G D

With all of our running and all of our cunning

A G D

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

A F C G D A D

If we weren't all crazy we would go insane

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Chord diagrams: Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222|

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@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

G C

Headin' up to San Francisco

D G

For the Labor Day week-end show,

C

I've got my hush-puppies on I guess I

D G

Never was meant for glitter rock and roll

Am C D D7

And, honey, I didn't know, that I'd be missin' you so

Chorus:

C G

Come Monday it'll be all right

C D

Come Monday I'll be holdin' you tight

G Bm C D

I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze

C D G

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:

Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7

I can't help it honey, you're that much a part of me now

Amaj7 Dmaj7

Remember that night in Montana

C 5/2 5/0 C 5/2 5/0 D F C G

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)

G Bm C D

I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze

C D F C G

And I just want you back by my side...

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Chord diagrams: Amaj7=|x02120| Dmaj7=|xx0222|

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@SONG: Pirate Looks at Forty

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

Pirate Looks at 40

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

From "A1A"

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: Why Don't We Get Drunk

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

Why Don't We Get Drunk

By: Marvin Gardens (A.K.A. Jimmy Buffett)

1973

From "A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean"

D D7 G D

I really do, appreciate the fact you're sittin' here

D G E7

Your voice sounds so wonderful

E7 A7

But your face don't look too clear

G D

So barmaid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew

G A D D7

Honey why don't we get drunk and screw

Chorus:

G A D

Why don't we get drunk and screw?

E7 A7

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

G A D

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

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@SONG: Boat Drinks

Boat Drinks

By: Jimmy Buffett

1979

From "Volcano"

Intro: D G A D G A

A D

Boat drinks

G A D

Boys in the band ordered boat drinks

G A D

Visitors scored on the home rink

G A D G A

Everything seems to be wrong

A D G A D

Lately newspapers mentioned cheap airfare

G A D

I gotta fly to St. Somewhere

G A D

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:

Fmaj7 C

I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow

G C

Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott?

Fmaj7 C

Any old place here on Earth or in space

E F#m7 A G F#m A

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!

G A G A

I gotta go where there ain't any snow

G A G A

Where there ain't any blow, 'cause my fin sinks so low

G A D

I gotta go where it's warm

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@SONG: Grapefruit-Juicy fruit

Grapefruit-Juicy fruit

By: Jimmy Buffett

1973

From "A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean"

Intro: B C B C F# G B C

B C B C

Grapefruit a bathin' suit

F# G

Chew a little juicy fruit

C

Wash away the night

B C B C

Drive-in you guzzle gin

F# G

Commit a little mortal sin

C

It's good for the soul

Chorus:

Dm7 G7 Cmaj7 C6

And oh it gets so damn lonely

Dm7 G7 Cmaj7

When you're on a plane alone

Dm7 G7 Cmaj7 C6

And if I had the money honey I'd strap you in beside me

D7 G7

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..."

Repeat chorus

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Chord diagrams: F# - |xx4322| D7 -|xxo212| Dm7 - |xxo211|

G7 - |32ooo1| Cmaj7-|x32ooo| C6 - |xx2213|

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@SONG: Pencil Thin Mustache

Pencil Thin Mustache

By: Jimmy Buffett

1974

From "Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"

D F#7 B7

Now they make new movies in old black and white

E7 A7

With happy endings, where nobody fights

D F#7 B7

So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage

E7 A7

Honey, jump right up and show your age

Chorus:

D F#7 B7

I wish I had a pencil thin mustache

E7 A7 D

The "Boston Blackie" kind

D F#7 B7

A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket

E7 A7

And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

D D7

Oh I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny

G Bb

Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny

D F#7 B7

Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache

E7 A7 D

Then I could solve some mysteries too

Em B7 Em B7

Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast

Em B7 Em

Drinkin' on a fake I.D.

F#m C7 F#m C7

And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana

E7 A7

But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana

D F#7 B7

Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache

E7 A7 D

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

D F#7 B7

Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear

E7 A7

I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair

D F#7 B7

But I can go to movies and see it all there

E7 A7 D

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

E7 A7 D

Oh, I could do some cruisin' too

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Chord diagrams: E7 - |o2o1oo| A7 - |xo2o2o|

B7 - |x212o2| F#7- |xx432o|

F#m - |244222| Bb - |113331| C7 - |x3231o|

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@SONG: Volcano

Volcano

By: Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes, Harry Dailey

1979

From "Volcano"

Chorus:

F

I don't know

C7

I don't know

F Bb

I don't know where I'm a gonna go

F C7 F

When the vol-cano blow

F Bb F

Ground she's movin' under me

Bb F

Tidal waves out on the sea

Bb F

Sulphur smoke up in the sky

Bb F

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)

F Bb F

But I don't want to land in New York City

C7 F

Don't want to land in Mexi-co

Bb F

Don't want to land on no Three Mile Island

C7 F

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

(Repeat chorus)

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