From: Mike Hall <mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu> GCC of the "alt.fan.jimmy-buffett" Internet Usenet newsgroup. Send all comments and questions to Mike A. Hall <mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu>. (please see -- Disclaimer statement at end of document --) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- @ALBUM: A White Sport Coat And A Pink Crustacean @SONG: Great Fillin' Station Holdup @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) Great Fillin' Station Holdup By: Jimmy Buffett 1973 Intro: G D A D

^DI pulled into the regular pump I was ^Gfeelin' quite at ^Dease I rolled down my window and told the man, ^E"Fifty cents w^Aorth please" T^Ghen out jumped my partner with his ^Dtrusty pellet gun He said, &^Dquot;Boy, this ^Dis a holdup, kee^Ap 'a pumpin' and d^Don't run"

Chorus:

And now I^G wish I was s^Aomewhere other than ^Dhere D^Gown in some h^Aonky tonk, s^Eippin' on a ^Abeer Yes I^G wish I was s^Aomewhere other than ^Dhere Cause that ^Ggreat fillin' station ^Dholdup C^Aost me two good ^Dyears

We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career We're wanted men, we'll strike again But first let's have a beer (Repeat chorus) We were sittin' in the Krystal About as drunk as we could be In walked the deputy sheriff And he's holdin' our TV He roughed us and he cuffed us And he took us off to jail No picture on a poster No reward and no bail (Repeat chorus and fade) ------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Railroad Lady Railroad Lady By: Jimmy Buffett, Jerry Jeff Walker 1973 Chorus:

^FShe's a railroad lady Just a ^Clittle bit shady ^G7Spendin' her days on the ^Ctrain She's a ^Fsemi-good looker But the ^Cfast rails they took her Now she's ^G7tryin', just tryin' to ^Fget ^Ghome ^Cagain

South ^CStation in ^C7Boston to the ^Ffreightyards of ^CAustin >From the Florida sunshine to the New Orle^G7ans rain ^CNow that the ^C7railpacks Has ^Ftaken the ^Cbest tracks She's tryin', just tryin' to ^G7get home a^Cgain

Chorus: She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train Once a pullman car traveller Now the brakeman won't have her She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again Once a high ballin' loner he thought he could own her Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring She hocked 'em for cold cash Left town on the Wabash Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then But the rails are now rusty The dinin' car's dusty Gold plated watches have taken their toll Yeah the railroads are dyin' And the lady she's cryin' On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal Chorus: She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took her Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

^CYes on a ^G7bus to Kentucky and ^Fhome ^Gonce ^Cagain -------------------------------------------------------------------

@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"

^AHe went to Paris lookin' for answers To ^Dquestions that bothered him ^Aso

He was impressive, young and aggressive

^DSavin' the world on his ^E7own But the^D warm summer breezes The ^AFrench wines and cheeses ^DPut his ambition at bay ^E7 The ^Asummers and winters

Scattered like splinters

And ^Dfour or five ^E7years slipped a^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 ^Ahe went to Paris lookin' for answers To ^Dquestions ^E7 that bothered him ^Aso

----------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Grapefruit-Juicy fruit Grapefruit-Juicy fruit By: Jimmy Buffett 1973 Intro: B C B C F# G B C

^BGrape^Cfruit a ^Bbathin' ^Csuit Chew a little ^F#juicy ^Gfruit Wash away the ^Cnight

^BDrive-^Cin you ^Bguzzle ^Cgin Commit a little ^F#mortal ^Gsin It's good for the ^Csoul

Chorus:

^Dm7 And oh it ^G7gets ^Cmaj7so damn l^C6onely ^Dm7 When you're ^G7on a plane^Cmaj7 alone ^Dm7 And if I had the ^G7money honey I'd^Cmaj7 strap you in beside^C6 me ^D7 And never ever leave you ^G7leave 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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------| Chord diagrams: F# - |xx4322| D7 -|xxo212| Dm7 - |xxo211------------| G7 - |32ooo1| Cmaj7-|x32ooo| C6 - |xx2213------------| -------------------------------------------------------------------------| -------------------------------------------------------------------------| @SONG: Cuban Crime of Passion @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu) Cuban Crime of Passion By: Jimmy Buffett 1973 Intro: D G(alt) D(alt) A(alt) G(alt) D(alt2)

Well now ^DBilly Voltaire was a piano player ^Gup from Miami ^Dway He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars The ^E7ladies would pay and ^A7pay But ^Gone night he did wind up ^Dplayin' in Ha^Cvana ^Gtown Nobody knew, least ^DBilly Voltaire that ^Athese were his final ^Dsounds

He met up with Merrita, a dancer in from the coast Half woman, half child she drove him half wild He loved that lady the most But one night he did find her in the arms of shrimper Dan So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life Then he turned his own cold hand Chorus:

^DIt's just a ^GCuban crime of passion ^DMessy and old-fashioned ^AYeah, that's what the papers did ^Dsay It's just a ^GCuban crime of passion ^DAnjejo and knives a-slashin' A A-B-C But that's what the people like to read about A-B-C D Up in America, up in America

(Repeat Intro chords) Well now, they never found Merrita Some people say she got ill Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him He was buried on Pauper's Hill And no one talks about him no more, it happened just a week ago But people get by and people get high, In the tropics they come and they go (Repeat chorus) (Repeat Intro chords and fade) Chord diagrams: ********************* |xx0787| - G(alt) |xx0-11-10-10--| - D(alt) |xx09-10-9-----| - A(alt) |xx0775| - D(alt2) ********************* ------------------------------------------------------------------- @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

I ^Dreally do, a^D7ppreciate the ^Gfact you're sittin' ^Dhere Your voice sounds so wonderful But your ^E7face don't look too c^A7lear So ^Gbarmaid bring a pitcher, ^D another round a' brew Honey ^Gwhy don't we get^A drunk and ^Dscrew' ^D7

Chorus:

^GWhy don't we get^A drunk and ^Dscrew' ^E7I just bought a waterbed filled ^A7up for me and you They^G say you are a snuff queen Honey ^DI don't think that's true So, ^Gwhy don't we get^A drunk and ^Dscrew

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 --------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Peanut Butter Conspiracy @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) Peanut Butter Conspiracy By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

^CLooking back at my ^Ghard luck days I ^Freally do have to ^Claugh ^CWorking in a dive for ^Gtwenty six dollars ^FSpending it all on ^Ggrass

^FWe were hungry ^Chard luck heros ^FTrying just to stay ^Galive ^FWe'd go down to the ^Ccorner drug ^DThis is how we'd sur^Gvive

Chorus:

^CWho's going to steal the peanut butter' ^FI'll get a can of sar^Cdines ^CRunning up and down the aisle of the mini mart ^FSticking food in our ^Gjeans We ^Fnever took more than ^Cwe could eat There was ^Fplenty left on the ^Grack ^FWe all swore if we ^Cever got rich ^GWe would pay the mini mart ^Cback ^FYes ^Csir! ^FYes ^Csir! ^GWe would pay the mini mart ^Cback

It was a two man operation Had it all down on a note Ricky would watch that big round mirror And I'd fill up my coat Then we'd head for the checkout aisle With a lemon and a bottle of beer Into to the car, got to make it on home Supper time's gettin' near (Repeat chorus) I guess every good picker has had some hard times I sure had my share It's really kind of funny to laugh at it now But I don't want to go back there So every now and then when I'm in the grocery I take a little but not much You never know when those hard times will hit you And I don't want to lose my touch (Repeat chorus) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More By: Jimmy Buffett 1973 Intro: (see tab) C A F G C A F G (Intro Tab:) ("Run" tab:) e----------------- e -------------------------| b----------------- b ----------2--3--2--------| g----------------- g ----------2-----2--------| d----------------- d ----------2-----2--------| a-----0--3--0----- a -3-2-1-------------------| E---3------------- E -------------------------|

^CWalkin' down ^Anew streets the^F music is ^Gloud ^CNeon ^Asigns bring in ^Ftumultuous ^Gcrowds F G "Run" A But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore Cause they ^Fdon't dance like ^GCarmen no ^Cmore ^C ^A ^F ^G

She and old Cougie, my what a pair Just doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared Slidin' and glidin' past Hollywood floors But they don't dance like Carmen no more She had a big hat, my it was high Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky And how she could balance it, I wouldn't dare Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere But the lady's not with us, she died long ago And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more (Repeat second verse w/ "hardwood waxed floors") No more, no more And I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore But they don't dance like Carmen no more 10 cents a dance, might take a chance (fade) ------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: I Have Found Me A Home @CHORDS: (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)/(mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) I Have Found Me A Home By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

Days drift ^Aby, they don't have ^Dnames ^ANone of the streets here look the ^Dsame ^GThere's so ^Emmany ^Aquiet ^Dplaces ^E7Smilin' eyes match the smilin' ^A7faces

Chorus:

And ^GI have ^Emfound ^Ame a ^Dhome, ^GI have ^Emfound ^Ame a ^Bmhome ^GYou can have the ^Drest of ^E7everything I ^A7own 'Cause ^GI have ^Emfound ^Ame a ^Dhome

My old red bike gets me around To the bars and the beaches of my town There aren't many reasons I would leave 'Cause I have found me some peace

And the ^Bmladies aren't demanding here, They'll^D never ask too much When you're ^Bmcomin' off a cold love, that's ^E7sure A nice warm ^A7touch

(Repeat Chorus) And the days drift by, they don't have names And none of the streets here look the same There aren't many reasons I would leave 'Cause I have found me some peace (Repeat chorus) -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: My Lovely Lady @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) My Lovely Lady By: Jimmy Buffett 1973

^CWhen I pay my ^Gbills Gonna ^Fleave these Tennessee ^Chills ^Am Take my lady to the sea That's ^Cwhere we both come ^Gfrom That's ^Fwhere we both be^Clong ^Am Think I'll go back to the ^GKeys

Chorus:

'Cause ^FI don't want the fame that brings con^Cfusion Where ^Fpeople recog^Gnize you on a ^Amplane ^FAll I want's the quiet and the ^Ccomforts That l^Divin' with my l^Govely lady b^Crings

Somehow we survived the double talk and jive Things are looking better all the time I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand The simple way that we should live our lives Chorus: And I don't want the fame that brings confusion Where people recognize you on a plane All I want's the quiet and the comforts That livin' with my lovely lady brings Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat And there's plenty of that down there by the sea Well we're sailin' in those warm December breezes Sendin' picture postcards back to Tennessee Chorus: Yes and I don't want the fame that brings confusion Where people recognize you on a plane All I want's the quiet and the comforts That livin' with my lovely lady brings Yeah that livin' with my lovely lady brings ---------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Death of an Unpopular Poet @CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu) Death of an Unpopular Poet By: Jimmy Buffett 1973 Note: ** This song is played capoed on the 5th fret. The key is generally ** "D" in the verse, but with a bassnote run. ** It's fingerpicked, so play with it a little to get the right sound. Intro: D D/C# D/B D/A G A D Dsus4 D

^DI once ^D/C#knew a ^D/Bpoet ^D/A ^Gwho lived before his ^Atime ^DHe and ^D/C#his dog ^D/BSpooner^D/A ^Glistened while he'd ^Arhyme ^BmWords to make you ^F#mhappy, ^Bmwords to make you ^Ccry^C/B ^Am7 ^A ^Asus4 ^A ^DThen one ^D/C#day the ^D/Bpoet ^D/A ^Gsudden^Aly did ^Ddie^Dsus4 ^D

But he ^Dleft ^D/C#behind a ^D/Bcloset^D/A ^Gfilled with verse and ^Arhy^Asus4me ^DThrough some ^D/C#strange trans^D/Baction^D/A, one was ^G printed in the ^ATim^Asus4es ^BmAnd everybody's ^F#msearchin' for the ^Bmking of under^Cgro^C/Bund ^Am7 ^A ^Asus4 ^A

BRIDGE:

Well they ^Dfound h^D/C#im down in ^D/BFlor^D/Aida with a ^Gtombstone ^Afor a c^Drown ^Dsus4 ^GEvery-^D/F#body ^Aknows the line ^Gfrom his book that ^D/F#cost $^A4.99 ^GI wonder ^D/F#if he ^Aknows he's doin' ^G quite this ^Dfine^Dsus4 ^D

'Cause his books are all bestsellers And his poems were turned to song Had his brother on the talk shows Though they never got along And now he's called immortal, yes he's even taught in school They say he used his talents, a most proficient tool But he left all of his royalties to Spooner his old hound Growin' old on steak and bacon in a doghouse ten feet 'round And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind' No he was just a poet who lived before his time He was just a poet who lived before his time --------------------------------------------------------------------------| --------------------------------------------------------------------------| ******************** -------------------------------------------------------------------- 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] --------------------------------------------------------------------- - end of AWSPAAPC section - MAH 9/8/94

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