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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 tooC7 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