From: mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu (Mike Hall) GCC of the "alt.fan.jimmy-buffett" Internet Usenet newsgroup. Send all comments and questions to Mike A. Hall <mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu>. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- @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

^GAs the son of a son of a sailor I went ^Fout on the ^Csea for ad^Gventure Ex^Cpanding the view of the ^Gcaptain and crew Like a ^Dman just released from in^Gdenture

As a ^Gdreamer of dreams and a traveling man I have c^Fhalked up ^Cmany a ^Gmile Read ^Cdozens of books about ^Gheroes and crooks And I l^Dearned much from both of their s^Gtyles

Chorus:

^FSon of a son, ^Cson of a son Son of a son of a ^Gsailor ^FSon of a gun, ^Cload the last ton One step ahead of the ^Cjailer

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

H^Faul the sheet in as we ^Cride on the wind That our forefathers harnessed be^Gfore us H^Fear the bells ring as the ^Ctide rigging sings It's a son of a gun of a ^Gchorus

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 ^Fsea's in my veins, my t^Cradition remains I'm just glad I don't live in a ^Gtrailer

-------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Fool Button @CHORDS: Mike Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) Fool Button By: Jimmy Buffett 1978

^AI woke up in a strange room I'd never seen before

Weird paintings on the walls Mirrors on the ceiling I bolted for the door

^DLookin' for my rentacar Was the Cordoba blue or red' ^ATryin' to remember where I put the keys

Tryin' to remember what I said Chorus:

I pushed the^D fool button ^AMy night went haywire I pushed the^D fool button ^ESet my brain on fire

Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar A little three piece band playin' on the stand Not knowin' what lay in store In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage The crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk As he went into a blues rampage Chorus: It was a fool palace Double knit on parade They pushed the fool button As the skinny boy played and played Push it, push it, push it Try to make a point of protectin' the innocent But none of them can be found It can happen anytime Happen anyplace It can happen in your own home town If you don't believe my words Or think my story's true Get a bottle of rum and a Eskatrol And watch the same thing happen to you Chorus: We'll push the fool button I'll meet you in the bar We'll push the fool button Where everyone's a star (Jimmy pushed the fool button) (He pushed it like a fool, Bubba) (Pushin' like a fool) (Pushed the button like a fool) (Pushed the fool button) (Pushed it like a fool) (Pushed the button like a fool) ---------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: The Last Line @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) The Last Line By: Keith Sykes 1977

^FGiven my ^Clife for ^Fsongs that I ^Csing ^FMatter of ^Cfact, I've given ^Fevery^Cthing ^FTime has ^Ccome to not ^Fmake a ^Csound ^FTime has ^Ccome to lay my ^Fburdens ^Cdown Whoa^F oh oh (woe oh woe oh ^Bbwoe ^Foh) Whoa^C oh (woe oh woe oh ^Fwoe ^Coh) It's ^Gcome from be^Chind ^FNow is the ^Gtime For the ^Flast ^Cline (^Flast ^Cline)

Managed to keep some friends on my side To live through the times of the rumors and lies Now it's time to rest my heart Let some other innocent fool take my part Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) It's come from behind Now is the time For the last line (last line) ( saxophone solo) Whoa oh oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) It's come from behind Now it's the time For the last line (last line) So don't pay me no mind, I'm walkin' away You'll see me again on some other day You'll see me again, I'll be ready to go And pour out my songs with my heart and my soul Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh) It's come from behind Now is the time For the last line (last line) Yes it's come from behind Now is the time For the last line (last line) Ah the last line (last line) -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Livingston Saturday Night Livingston Saturday Night By: Jimmy Buffett 1975

^EYou got your Tony Lama's on your jeans ^Bpressed tight You ^A7take a few tokes make you ^Efeel alright ^ARockin' and a rollin' on a ^B7Livingston Saturday n^Eight Pickup's washed and you ^Bjust got paid With ^A7any luck at all you might ^Eeven get laid 'Cause they're ^Apickin' and a kickin' on a ^BLivingston Saturday ^Enight

So won't you ^Alisten to the sound of the ^Ehot country band ^B7Boot heels a' shufflin' on the ^Edance floor sand S^Aing a song, play some pong, ^Eshoot a little pool ^F#7Hittin' on the honeys right outta high ^B7school Fifteen^A may get ya twenty,^B7 that's all right 'Cause they'll be ^A7rockin' and a rollin' on a ^B7Livingston Saturday ^Enight

(alright Timmy...) Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country band Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg Temperature is risin' better pop another keg Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right 'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night (where's that harpoon man...) Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg Temperature is risin' better pop another keg Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right 'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise Cheeseburger in Paradise By: Jimmy Buffett 1978 Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beats Bm |||| A | Bm |||| G | Bm |||| A | D |

Tried to a^Gmend my car^Anivorous ha^Dbits ^GMade it nearly ^Aseventy da^Dys Losin' we^Gight without s^Apeed, eatin' sun^Dflower seeds ^EDrinkin' lots of carrot juice and ^Asoakin' up rays But at ^Gnight I'd ^Ahave these w^Donderful ^Gdreams ^GSome kind of ^Asensuous tre^Bmat Not zuc^Gchini, fettu^Dcini or bu^Glgar w^Dheat But a ^Gbig warm b^Dun and a h^Auge hunk of m^Deat

Chorus:

C^Gheese^Aburger in ^Dparadise ^GHeaven on ^AEarth with an o^Dnion slice ^GNot too par^Aticular, no^Dt too precise I'm just a ^GCheese^Dburger in ^Aparad^Dise

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) -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Coast of Marseilles @CHORDS: Matt Landrum (mdl@cypress.com) Coast of Marseilles By: Keith Sykes 1978

I ^Esat there on the ^G#7coast of Marseille^C#7s ^Cm7 ^Bm7 My ^Athoughts came by like ^Bm7wind through my ha^And ^Bm7 How ^Egood it'd be to ^G#7feel you agai^C#7n ^Cm7 ^Bm7 How ^Agood it's be to ^Bm7feel that way again^A/E ^E/D ^A/C# ^E/B ^C9 ^B9 ^E6

^EWould you be re^G#7membering me ^C#7 ^Cm7 ^Bm7 I ^Aask that question ^Bm7time and again^A ^Bm7 The ^Eanswer came and ^G#7haunted me so ^C#7 ^Cm7 ^Bm7 I ^Awould not want to ^Bm7think it again^A/E ^E/D ^A/C# ^E/B No, I ^C9would not want to ^B9think it agai^En

^C#m7Youuu^G#m7uuuuu ^C#mmake it so ^Bhard to forget^E ^C7 ^C#m7Iiiii^G#m7iiiii ^C#mhaven't ^Astopped ^Bloving you ^Ayet

^EWhen I left the ^G#7coast of Marseilles ^C#7 ^Cm7 ^Bm7 I ^Ahadn't done what ^Bm7I'd come to do ^A ^Bm7 Spen^Et all the ^G#7money I'd saved ^C#7 ^Cm7 ^Bm7 ^AStill did not ge^Bm7t over you ^A/E ^E/D ^A/C# ^E/B No, I ^C9still did not get^B9 over you ^A/E ^E/D ^A/C# ^E/B ^C#m7Oooooo^C9oooo^B9oo ^E6

-------------------------------------------------------------------- Chord diagrams: (EAGBDe) (use lots of bar chords, and walk down bass) A/C# - x4x2xo B9 - x21222 Cm7 - x35343 E6 - o2212----------|o A/E - xx2x2o C7 - x35353 C#m7 - x46454------------------------| E/D - xxoxoo Bm7 - x24232 C9 - x32333 E/B - o2x1xo G#7 - 464544---------| ---------------------------------------------------------------------| ---------------------------------------------------------------------| @SONG: Cowboy In The Jungle @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) Cowboy in the Jungle By: Jimmy Buffett 1978

There's a^G cowboy in the jungle And he^Am looks so out of place With his^D shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots And his ^Cskin as ^Dwhite as ^Gpaste

^GHeadin' south to Paraguay Where the ^AmGauchos sing and shout

Now he's stuck in Porto Bello

Since his ^Cmoney all ^Dran out ^G So he hangs out with the sailors Night and day they're raisin' hell And his original destination's just another Story that he loves to tell

With no plans for the future He still seems in control From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide He just had to learn to roll Chorus:

^G ^CRoll ^Dwith the ^Gpunches ^CPlay all ^Dof his ^Ghunches ^C Make the best of whatever came his ^Dway What ^Che lacked ^Din ambi^Gtion He made ^Cup with ^Din-^Emtuition ^C Plowing straight a^Dhead come what ^Gmay

Steel band in the distance And their music floats across the bay While American women in moomoos Talk about all the things they did today And their husbands quack about fishing As they slug those rum drinks down Discussing who caught what and who sat on his butt But it's the only show in town Chorus: They're tryin' to drink all the punches They all may lose their lunches Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six days Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition Plowin' straight ahead come what may Refrain:

But ^AmI don't want to ^Clive on that kind of is^Gland No I^Am don't want to ^Cswim in a roped off ^Gsea Too much for ^Emme, too much for^A7 me I've ^Cgot to be where the ^Dwind and the water are ^Gfree

Alone on a midnight passage I can count the falling stars While the Southern Cross and the satellites They remind me of where we are Spinning around in circles Living it day to day And still twenty four hours may be sixty good years It's still not that long a stay Chorus: We've gotta roll with the punches Learn to play all of our hunches Makin' the best of whatever comes your way Forget that blind ambition And learn to trust your intuition Plowin' straight ahead come what may

And there's a ^Dcowboy ^Cin the ^Gjungle --------------------------------------------------------------------

@SONG: Man~ana @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) Man~ana By: Jimmy Buffett 1978

^DShe said I can't go back to America soon It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June Yeah, they're ^Gfreezin' up in Buffalo, ^Emstuck in their cars And I^A'm lyin' here 'neath the ^Gsun and the ^Dstars

C^Dustoms man tells her that she's gotta leave She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve Wants to find her a ^Gcaptain, a ^Emman of strong mind A G D (D7) And any direction he blows'll be fine.

CHORUS:

^GPlease don't say man~ana if you don't ^Dmean it I ^Ahave heard those words for so very ^Dlong ^D7 ^GDon't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen^D it Don't^A ever forget that you ^Gjust may wind up being^D wrong

Tried and I tried but I don't understand Never seems to work out the way I had it planned Hangin' out in a marina when Steve Martin called Singin' anybody there really wanna' get small But women and water are in short supply There's not enough dope for us all to get high I hear it gets better, that's what they say As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay Chorus: Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it I have heard your lines for so very long Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song (spoken: "Alright, let's reggae Reefers'") SOLO: D G A G D Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates Sure was good to talk to the old United States While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west I see General Electric's still doing their best I've got to head this boat south pretty soon New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes But I know that I'll get 'em I know that they'll come Through the people and places and Callwoods Rum Last Chorus: So please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it I have done your lines for so very long Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged! (gong)

And I ^Ahope Anita Bryant never ^Gever does one of my^D songs --------------------------------------------------------------------

@SONG: African Friend @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.acc.georgetown.edu) African Friend By: Jimmy Buffett 1978

Disem^Gbarking at ^CDuvalier ^GAirport ^DSeeking transpor^Ctation to ^Gtown As the ^Gpurple ink ^Cdried on his ^Gpassport He could ^Dstill feel the ^Ceyes look a^Ground

(Some French stuff) casino Spoke to the cabbie and smiled Driver replied vous o louvos As he motioned the dark man inside

CHORUS: ^BmBusiness in Aruba con^Ccluded He now ^Amhad a little money to ^Dsp^Dsus4end That's ^Chow I came to ^Dmeet my African ^Gfriend

We were rolling the bones several hours Conversing as most gamblers do We were calling on all of our powers Hoping to see the night through But not approving at all of our winning, Pit boss he tugged at his sleeve Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning When he motioned it's time we should leave With our night at the tables behind us We were ready just to do it again That's when I came to know my African friend INSTRUMENTAL But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse Soldier told me I better leave As I stumbled to find me a taxi I saw a note pinned to my sleeve It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening Truly was our night to win But the authorities insist on my leaving Take care, my American friend With my weekend in Haiti concluded I now had a little money to spend That's how I came know my African Friend --------------------------------------------------------------------- End of the SOASOAS GCC section... 12/4/94 MAH

Jimmy Buffett - Son of a son