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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Great Chords Compilation (GCC) of the "alt.fan.jimmy-buffett" Usenet newsgroup. Comments and questions to Mike A. Hall <mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu>. (-- please read disclaimer at end of document --) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- @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)

^EWhen I woke up this mornin' I was ^Atired as I could ^Ebe I ^Bthink I was countin' my money When I ^Ashould a' been countin' ^Esheep

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:

I said, &qu^Aot;I know that this may s^Eound funny But ^Amoney don't mean nothin' to ^Eme I won't ^Amake my music for ^Emoney No, I'm gonna ^Bmake my music for ^Eme"

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-----| --------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Door Number Three @CHORDS: Sean Costello <costells@guvax.georgetown.edu> Door Number Three By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman 1974 Intro: C G D G

^GOh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn ^CMy turn to have me a ^Gball ^GBoys at the shop told me just where to stop If I ^A7wanted to play for it ^Dall ^CI didn't know I'd find her on ^Gdaytime T^CV My ^Cwhole world lies ^Gwaiting behind ^Ddoor number ^Gthree

I ^Gchose my apparel, I wore a beer barrel And they ^Crolled me to the very first ^Grow I ^Gheld a big sign that said, "Kiss me I'm a baker And ^DMonty I sure need the ^Gdough" Then I ^Cgrabbed that sucker by the throat un^Gtil he called on ^Cme 'Cause my ^Cwhole world lies ^Gwaiting behind ^Ddoor number ^Gthree

And ^CI don't want what Jay's got on his ^Gtable Or the ^Cbox Carol Merrill points to on the ^Gfloor No ^CI'll hold out just as long as I am ^Gable Or ^Duntil I can unlock that lucky ^Gdoor Well, she's ^Cno big deal to most ^Gfolks But ^Dshe's everything to ^Gme 'Cause my ^Cwhole world lies ^Gwaiting behind ^Ddoor number ^Gthree

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 -------------------------------------------------------------------- @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

If you ^Aever get the chance to go to ^F#mDallas Take it ^Dfrom me pass it ^Aby 'Cause you'll only sing the blues down in ^F#mDallas Take it ^Dfrom me don't go and ^Acry

Chorus:

And I'm ^Eleavin' this town as soon as I can ^GGonna stop off for awhile and see my ^Awoman

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:

Well, ^Dpeople like me just ^Gcan't be free The ^DProvo man won't ^Glet us b^De-^Aee If the ^Dpeople who knew could ^Gget away ^DI'm real sure they'd ^Gheed the da^Dy ^E

(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: * |x02230| - Asus2 |244222| - F#m * ------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Presents to Send You @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu) Presents To Send You By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Intro: G

^GWell now I'm in love with a fast-movin' angel ^CDresses like the ^Dcity girls ^Gdo ^CWhen we're a^Dpart there's no ^Gache in my ^Emheart When we're to^Cgether we're a ^Dhell of a ^Gcrew

Chorus:

And ^CI got ^Dpresents to ^Gsend you ^CEven got ^Dmoney to ^Emlend you But honey ^CI can never ^Dever pre^Gtend You're not there on my ^Dmind

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)

Yeah, I ^Fthought I might ^Csail down to ^GBridgetown Spend some ^Ftime in the ^CBarbados ^Gsun But my ^Fplans took a skid when I ^Csmoked a whole lid ^A7Wound up where I'd beg^Dun

(Repeat chorus) (instrumental) (Repeat chorus) ---------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Stories We Could Tell @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu) Stories We Could Tell By: John B. Sebastian 1974 Intro: D Dsus2

^DTalkin' to myself again Wonderin' if this travellin' is ^Agood

Is there somethin' else a' doin'

We'd be doin' if we ^Dcould

Chorus:

^G But ah, the ^Astories we could ^Dtell And ^Gif it all blows ^Aup and goes to ^DHell I ^Gwish that we could ^Asit upon a ^Dbed in some mo^Gtel ^DListen to the ^Astories we could ^Dtell

^DStared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee Nameplate on the glass brought back^A twenty melodies ^DScars upon the face told of ^Gall the times he fell ^DSingin' all the ^Astories he could ^Dtell

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 ------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Life is Just a Tire Swing Life is Just a Tireswing By: Jimmy Buffett 1974

I^G remember the ^Asmell ^Dof the creosote plant when w^Ee'd have to ^F#meat on ^GdimEaster ^E7with my ^Acrazy old^Bm uncle and^Cdim aunt ^A ^GThey lived in a ^Abig house ^D Antebellum style and the ^Gwind would ^Dblow across the ^Gold bay^Dou and ^AI was a tranquil little ^Dchild

Chorus:

^DLife was just a t^Bmire swing 'Jambalaya' was the^G only song I c^Dould sing ^GBlack-berry pickin', ^Deatin' fried chicken and I ^Gnever knew a ^Dthing about ^Apain Life was just a ^Bmtire 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

^BmAnd I've ^Gnever been west of^F#m New Orleans nor ^Emeast of Pensa^Dcola My ^Gonly contact with the^F#m outside world was an ^E7R.C.A. Vic^Atrola And ^BmElvis would sing and then I'd dream a^About expensive cars and ^E7who would've figured twenty years later I'd be ^Arubbin' shoulders ^E7with the stars ^F#m7 Life was just a ^Bmtire 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 ------------------------------------------------------ Chord diagrams: F#m - |xx3222| F#m7 - |xx2222| Gdim - |xx2323-----------------| Bm - |xxo432| Cdim - |xx1212| Em7 - |o2oooo-----------------| ----------------------------------------------------------------| ----------------------------------------------------------------| @SONG: A Pirate Looks at Forty A Pirate Looks at 40 By: Jimmy Buffett 1974

^GMother, mother ocean, I have heard you call ^CWanted to sail upon your waters since I was ^Dthree ^Am7feet ^Gtall You've seen it a^Amll, ^D y^Am7ou've seen it a^Gll

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 -------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Migration Migration By: Jimmy Buffett 1974

^CLookin' back at my background Tryin' to figure ^G7out how I ever got here

Some things are still a mystery to me

While ^Cothers are much too^C7 clear I'm just ^F livin' in the sunshine Stay ^Ccontented most of the ^Amtime Yeah, ^D7listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis Sing me their Texas rhymes ^G ^G7

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 Yeah, they're ^D7ugly and square, they don't belong here They looked a ^Flot better ^G7as beer ^Ccans

Chorus:

Yeah and ^Amthat's why it's still a mystery to me Why ^Gsome people live like they do ^AmSo many nice things happenin' out there They ^D7never even seen the ^Gclues Oh, but ^Fwe're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme I ^Cknow we been doin' our ^Ampart Got a ^FCaribbean soul I can ^Cbarely control And some ^G7Texas hidden here in my ^Amheart ^C

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)

Yeah, got a ^FCaribbean soul I can ^Cbarely control And some ^G7Texas hidden here in my ^Fheart ^G ^C ^C7

--------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season By: Jimmy Buffett 1974

S^Dqualls out on the gulf stream, ^Gbig storms comin' soon ^D I pa^Gssed out in my ham^Dmock, ^E7God, I slept 'till way past ^A7noon ^GStood up and tried to fo^Dcus I hoped I wouldn't have to look far ^C ^G ^A I ^Gknew I could use a Bloody Ma^Dry so I s^A7tumbled next door to the ^Dbar

Chorus:

^DAnd now I m^Bmust confess, I could^F#m use some rest ^GI can't run at this^A7 pace very l^Dong Yes it's ^Bmquite insane, I think it ^F#mhurts my brain But it c^Gleans me out and the^A7n I can go ^Don

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) ------------------------------------------------------------------ Chord diagrams: Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222| A7 - |xo2o2o| E7 - |o2o1oo--------------| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------| @SONG: Nautical Wheelers Nautical Wheelers By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Intro: A D D6 (see bottom for chord diagrams) A D A D

^ANautical Wheelers who ^Dcall themselves s^Aailors Play ^Dfiddle tunes under the ^Astars ^A7 ^DPetti-coats rustle, ^Aworking shoes ^F#mscuffle, ^B7Hustle on down to the ^Ebars ^DWhere the juke-box is blastin' and the ^Aliquor is ^A7flowin' An ^Doccasional ^Abottle of ^Ewine ^E7 That's 'cause e^Dveryone here is just ^Amore than contented To be l^Eiving and ^E7dying in t^Dhree quarter ^Atime

Chorus:

^A And it's ^E7dance with me, dance with me ^DNautical Wh^Aeelers, ta^Dke me to s^Atars that you k^Enow ^E7 Come on and ^F#mdance with me, dance with me ^DNautical Wh^Aeelers, ^EI want so b^E7adly to ^Ago

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

Oh, ^E7Nautical Wheelers save ^Ame (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) --------------------------------------------------- Chord diagrams: B7 - x212o2 D6 - xxo2o2 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------| @SONG: Tin Cup Chalice Tin Cup Chalice By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Intro: G C G G C G

^GI want to go ^Cback to the ^Gisland, where the s^Chrimp boats t^Die up to the p^Gilin' ^EmGive me oysters and beer for ^A7dinner every day of the year and I'll feel ^Dfine I'll feel ^D7fine

Chorus:

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) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chords diagrams: Em - |o22ooo| D7 - |xxo212| A7 - |xo2o2o| B7 - |x212o2------------| ------------------------------------------------------------------------| -------------------------------------------------------------------- ******************** -------------------------------------------------------------------- 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] --------------------------------------------------------------------- -- 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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