Songs You Know By Heart Album

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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 |

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits

Made it nearly seventy days

Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds

Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays

But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams

Some kind of sensuous treat

Not zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat

But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat

Cheeseburger in paradise

Heaven on Earth with an onion slice

Not too particular, not too precise

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

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

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"

He went to Paris lookin' for answers

To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive

Savin' the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes

The French wines and cheeses

Put his ambition at bay

The summers and winters

Scattered like splinters

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"

And he went to Paris lookin' for answers

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 &

She came down from Cincinnati

It took her three days on the train

Lookin' for some peace and quiet

Hoped to see the sun again

But now she lives down by the ocean

She's takin' care to look for sharks

They hang out in the local bars

And they feed right after dark

Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?

Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?

You got fins to the left, fins to the right

And you're the only bait in town

Oh whoa, Oh whoa

You got fins to the left, fins to the right

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

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"

Nibblin' on sponge cake

Watchin' the sun bake

All of those tourists covered with oil

Strummin' my six-string

On my front porch swing

Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville

Searching for my lost shaker of salt

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

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

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

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

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

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"

As the son of a son of a sailor

I went out on the sea for adventure

Expanding the view of the captain and crew

Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man

I have chalked up many a mile

Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks

And I learned much from both of their styles

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

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

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind

That our forefathers harnessed before us

Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings

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

The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains

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"

 

I took off for a weekend last month

Just to try and recall the whole year

All of the faces and all of the places

Wonderin' where they all disappeared

I didn't ponder the question too long

I was hungry and went out for a bite

Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum

and we wound up drinkin' all night

It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes

Nothing remains quite the same

With all of our running and all of our cunning

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

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

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

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

Headin' up to San Francisco

For the Labor Day week-end show,

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

Never was meant for glitter rock and roll

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

Come Monday it'll be all right

Come Monday I'll be holdin' you tight

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

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)

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

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)

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

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"

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call

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

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"

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

Your voice sounds so wonderful

But your face don't look too clear

So barmaid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew

Honey why don't we get drunk and screw

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

Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."

Solo (violin)

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"

 

Boat drinks

Boys in the band ordered boat drinks

Visitors scored on the home rink

Everything seems to be wrong

Lately newspapers mentioned cheap airfare

I gotta fly to St. Somewhere

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

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

Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott?

Any old place here on Earth or in space

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!

I gotta go where there ain't any snow

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

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"

 

Grapefruit a bathin' suit

Chew a little juicy fruit

Wash away the night

Drive-in you guzzle gin

Commit a little mortal sin

It's good for the soul

And oh it gets so damn lonely

When you're on a plane alone

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

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"

Now they make new movies in old black and white

With happy endings, where nobody fights

So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage

Honey, jump right up and show your age

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 remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny

Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny

Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache

Then I could solve some mysteries too

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

Drinkin' on a fake I.D.

And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana

But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana

Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache

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

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

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

But I can go to movies and see it all there

Just the way that it used to be

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

Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah

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"

I don't know

I don't know

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

When the vol-cano blow

Ground she's movin' under me

Tidal waves out on the sea

Sulphur smoke up in the sky

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)

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

Don't want to land in Mexi-co

Don't want to land on no Three Mile Island

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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