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"My Gardens are Filled with Papayas and Mangos. . ." Some lyrics

I don't often post lyrics, but I have a few songs on repeat right now. I mean, over and over and over. Nothing but these songs.

This might let you in on where my mind is right now.

But because I've been apparently vague, I've gone ahead and highlighted the parts of the songs that mean the most to me right this instant.

It's a long post, but consider it payback for all the crappy lyrics you've posted that I've read through. Gods, I hate lyrics posts :)

Pertinent lines are in blue, while really pertinent lines are in bold blue. And, of course, the best stuff is italic bold blue.

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When the Coast is Clear
By: Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally
For Emery Clark, who paints it better than I can say it


They're closin' down the hangout
The air is turnin' cool
They're shuttin' off the superslide
The kids are back in school

The tourist traps are empty
Vacancy abounds
Almost like it used to be
Before the circus came to town

Chorus:
That's when it always happens
The same time every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear


Hello mister other me
It's been a long long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself's a crime

So tell me all your troubles
I'll surely tell you mine
We'll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke and
Have a glass of wine


Chorus:
That's where it always happens
The same place every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear

(instrumental)

(It's the only place he knows)
Where it always happens
The same place every year
I still come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear

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The Good Fight
By: Jimmy Buffett, J.D. Souther
1980
To Muhammed Ali for twenty years of excitement and entertainment


They talk about their women too much
The women got 'em so confused
They don't talk about their lives as such
My life is all I got to lose

You take it with a grain of salt
And laugh at the complexities
They're good at pickin' all the faults
I keep laughin' so they don't pick me


Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
I'd never know if I was wrong or right
But that's just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good Fight

The telephone begins to ring
That could only be one call
I might as well be on the moon
Standin' in the shower stall

Can't believe she picked it up
She didn't know the rules somehow
Then I hear her say, "Hello"
Panic in the grey room now


Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
She'd kill me whether I was wrong or right
That's just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight

You never know until you try
It's hard to see the side you're on
Some people say I'm halfway here
Some people say I'm halfway gone


Chorus:
Jesus if I had to quit tonight
I'd never know if I was wrong or right
But that's just what you get
You got to go the distance
If you want to fight a good fight
Good fight
Keep it up and keep a good fight
Good fight

All I want is just a good fight
Good fight
Yes it's got to be a good fight
Good fight

===

She's Going Out Of My Mind
By: Mac McAnally
1984


I talk to her pictures
And stare at the walls
And my friends come and offer their help
To my back they're afraid that I'm losing it all
To my face they say I'm not myself

And they name all the doctors they think I should see
But they don't understand it's not me

Chorus:
She's goin' out of my mind
And I'm showin' all of the signs
I thought that our love was one of a kind
Now she's goin' out of my mind

The place that I kept her
Has suited her well
Though it's not where she wanted to be
And from up on that pedestal I couldn't tell
That she'd rather be down here with me

Now she just tells me how we can't relate
But she leaves out the part I can't take

Chorus:
She's goin' out of my mind
And I'm showin' all of the signs
I thought that our love was one of a kind
Now she's goin' out of my mind

There's a tear in her eyes as they drive me away
And I turn to the doctors and say

Chorus:
She's goin' out of my mind
And I'm showin' all of the signs
I thought that our love was one of a kind
Now she's goin' out of my mind

Yeah she's goin' out of my mind

===

Window on the World
By Jimmy Buffett

A broken promise I kept too long
A greasy shade and a curtain drawn
A broken glass and a heart gone wrong
That's my window on the world

A cup of coffee in a shaky hand
Wakin' up in a foreign land
Tryin' to act like I got somethin' planned
That's my window on the world


chorus 1:
That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
Don't let mama cut those curls

That's my window on the world

In broad daylight that circus tent
Pulled up stakes
I don't know where it went
A close dark room with a busted vent

That's my window on the world
I think about you when I'm countin' sheep
I think about you, then I can't sleep
I think the ocean is just so deep
That's my window on the world


chours 2:
That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
The queen of Sheba meets the Duke of Earle
That's my window on the world

Down on Indiana Avenue
Wes and Jimmy, man they played the blues
I guess they were only passin' through
That's my window on the world

chorus 1
chorus 2

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Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974


Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storm's comin' soon
I passed out in my hammock
And God I slept 'til way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far
I knew I could use a bloody mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar

Chorus:
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can?t run at this pace very long
Yes it?s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on

There's somethin' about this sunday
It's a most peculiar gray
Strollin' down the avenue that's known as A1A
Feelin' tired, then I got inspired
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

Chorus:
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But then it cleans me out and then I can go on

Well the wind is blowin' harder now
Fifty knots or thereabouts
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
That's a mighty long airplane ride


Chorus:
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on

Coda:
Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on

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Landfall
By: jimmy buffett
1977


Now what would they do if I just sailed away
Who the hell really compelled me to leave today
Runnin' low on stories of what made it a ball
What would they do if I made no landfall

I lived half my life in an eight by five room
Just crusin' to the sound of the big diesel boom
It's not close quarters that would make me snap
It's just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap


Chorus:
Sail away, for a month at a time
Sail away, I've got to restart my mind
And you'll find me back at it again


Oh, I love the smell of fresh snapper fried light
What you say pouilly-fusse to round out the night
The mid-morning watch is the best time to look
Oh, what would they do if I wrote the big book

'cause I've seen incredible things in my years
Some days were laughter and others were tears
If I had it all to do over again
I'd just get myself drunk and I'd jump right back in


Chorus:
Sail away, that's the way I survive
Sail away, that's just no shuck and jive
It just makes my whole life come alive

The wind whistles through the cold riggin' at night
Crazy crowds boogie to the sounds and the lights
Bums down in Capo's he's just havin' a ball
What would he do on another landfall
What would they do if I made no landfall
Oh, what would they do if I flew to Nepal
What would I do if I met Lucille Ball
I'm tryin' to make a little sense of it all
Just tryin' to make a little sense of it all


===

Oysters and Pearls Lyrics
by: Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally

Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
He thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens.
When he returned to earth that night
Everything had changed
for the pilot and the planet
Everything was rearranged


We're a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beings
It's written on our rocketships
And in early cave wall scenes

How does it happen?
How do we know?
Who sits and watches?
Who does the show?

Some people love to lead
Some refuse to dance
Some people play it safely
Others take a chance

Still, it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls


Now Elvis was the only man
from North East Mississippi
Who could shake his hips
And still be loved by
Rednecks, cops and hippies

It's something more than DNA
That tells us who we are
Its method and magic
We are of the stars

Some never fade away
Some crash and burn
Some make the world go round
Others watch it turn

Still, it's all a mystery,
This place we call the world
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls


===

We are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
By: Jimmy Buffett
1983
For ed polock


I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad
That was the way that my parents perceived me
Those were the plans that they had
But I couldn’t fit the part too dumb or too smart
Ain’t it funny how we all turned out
I guess we are the people our parents warned us about

You know I coulda worked the rigs when the money was big
Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad
And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
Buyin’ time ’til things were not so bad
But then I got a guitar found a job in a bar
Playin’ acid rock ’til I was numb
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?

Chorus:
We are the people, they couldn’t figure out
We are the people our parents warned us about

Hey hey, Gardner McKay
Take us on the leaky Tiki with you
Clear skies bound for Shanghai
Sailing cross the ocean blue (do do do dooo)
So blue (do do do dooo oooh)
(do do do dooo)
(do do do dooo oooh)


Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin’ to fight inflation
When it only used to take a cent
Sometimes I wish I was back in my crashpad days
’fore I knew what cash flow meant

Seems everybody’s joggin’ or heavy into health shit
Don’t tell me that I ought to get rolfed
’cause I love cajun martinis and playin’ afternoon golf


Chorus:
We are the people there isn’t any doubt
We are the people they still can’t figure out
We are the people who love to sing twist and shout
Shake it up baby

We are the people our parents warned us about (do do do dooo)
Id’n’ any doubt (do do do dooo oooh)
Hey hey hey (do do do dooo)
Gardner McKay (do do do dooo, Gardner McKay)
(do do do dooo)
I wanna sail away today (do do do dooo oooh)
Isn’t any doubt (do do do dooo)
They warned us about (do do do dooo oooh)
Hey hey hey (do do do dooo)
C’mon now Gardner McKay (do do do dooo oooh)
I wanna sail away today


===

Distantly in Love
By: Jimmy Buffett

Pay phones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by
Lovely dancers swaying to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what's to be
Writing you this letter that you'll probably never see

But I can't help but be
Ruled by inconsistency
Not unique just distantly in love


Tried to phone from Paris thinking
Things could be arranged
Me and you could rendezvous
But I found your number changed
So I drove to San Remo where
The crazy painter dwells
And toasted our old photographs
Still up there on his shelf

But I can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love

I can't be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I can't be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces


I heard it from a friend of ours
I saw in Timber Bay
That you had a new lover who had
Stolen you away
That could be be the reason that
I never got in touch
And may present slight problems
If he loves you half as much


As I who can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I can't help but be
Part of my own philosophy
Not unique just distantly in love

===

Something so Feminine About a Mandolin
By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol
1975


It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
But the lady she played so easy and fine
And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
They planted this song in my mind

Chorus:
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
The way that they feel, the way that they ring
Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
Made this boy want to sing


And when I get older and I have a daughter
I'll teach her to sing and play her my songs
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along

And maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin'
'Cause when that bug bites you, you live with the sting
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing

'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
Way that they feel, the way that they ring
And that evenin' in a pasture somewhere near Austin
That mandolin made me sing

Her mandolin made me sing

===

Take it Easy
The Eagles


Well, I’m running down the road
Tryin’ to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on
My mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she’s a friend of mine


Take it easy, take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don’t even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
And take it easy

Well, I’m a standing on a corner
In winslow, arizona
And such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin’ down to take a look at me

Come on, baby, don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
Gonna save me
We may lose and we may win though
We will never be here again
So open up, I’m climbin’ in,
So take it easy

Well I’m running down the road trying to loosen
My load, got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin’ for a lover who won’t blow my cover,
she’s so hard to find


Take it easy, take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own
Wheels make you crazy
Come on baby, don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
Gonna save me, oh oh oh
Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy

===

Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
Jimmy Buffett


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

Chorus:
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


Chorus:
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

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


Chorus:
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 insaneWe oughta take it easy


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Off to See the Lizard
By: Jimmy Buffett, Jay Oliver
1989


I was raised by a maid who came from Martinique
She wore geckos around her neck and bracelets on her feet
A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane
She'd sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain
Dance out, dance out, dance out in the rain

She'd excite us with a legend that the Africans told
About a red iguanna who turned lava into gold
We'd mount an expedition heading up into the bay
Superstitious children playing pirate for the day


Chorus:
Off to see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you

Being rich an famous seems to have its ups and downs
But that's the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns

Godzilla's halitosis it be vaporizing cars
Elvis up in Michigan or maybe out on Mars
Dance out, dance out, dance out to the stars

But living in the briar patch ain't what it appears
Sooner or later you've got to face your fears

I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the tree
I heard in the songline of the aborigine

Chorus:
Off to see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you

Does it work for me? (yeah, yeah)
Will it work for you? (yeah, yeah)
If you believe it will (yeah, yeah)
It will come true (yeah, yeah)


I got problems with my brain underneath my curls
Problems with Loraine and all the other girls
Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flys
If you think this sounds confusing you should see it through my eyes
Dancing, dancing, dancing through my eyes

I'm turning off the waterfall the tourists can go home
I feel it time to travel take time to write a poem
Time to seek some therapy I'm going walkabout
Answers are the easy part, questions raise the doubt


Chorus:
Off to see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you

Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me will work for you

===

Boats to Build
Jimmy Buffett and Alan Jackson

It's time for a change
I'm tired of that same ol same
The same ol words the same ol lines
The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes

Days precious days
Roll in and out like waves
I got boards to bend I got planks to nail
I got charts to make I got seas to sail


I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build


Sails are just like wings
The wind can make em sing
Songs of life songs of hope
Songs to keep your dreams afloat
I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build

Shores distant shores
There's where I'm headed for
Got the stars to guide my way
Sail into the light of day


I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will

===

Growing Older but Not Up
By: Jimmy Buffett
1980


For all those who don't feel as old as they are and never will
I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible, these brittle bones don't bend

Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Sometimes I see me as old manatee
Headin' south as the waters grow colder
Tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulder
But that's how it goes (that's how it goes), right to the end
Though his body's quite flexible, that barnacle brain don't bend


Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm livin' than live while I'm dead

(instrumental)

Now don't get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes its toll as we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical fitness
So what the hell, we'll take it right to the end
As the days grow more complicated the nightlife still wins


Chorus:
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead
Let those winds of time blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

===

Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
By: Jimmy Buffett
1977


People are movin' unsurely
Their humor's in need of repair

Same occupations and same obligations
They've really go nothing to share
Like drivin' around with no spare

Years grow shorter, not longer
The more you've been on your own
Feelin's for movin' grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home

River gets deeper not shallow
The further you move down the stream
Wonderin' if I can keep her
As I race to catch up with my dreams
How they shine and glitter and gleam


Years grow shorter, not longer
The more you've been on your own
Feelin's for movin' grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
You wonder why you ever go home

===

License to Chill
Jimmy Buffett and Kenny Chesney

(Jimmy Buffett:)
Work, work, work
Big pile of it
and the boss is a jerk.
I just want to disappear
Wishin' I was somewhere other than here.

Livin' for the weekend,
Jumpin' off the deep end,
With just enough money to buy
A license to chill
And I believe I will


Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill

(Kenny Chesney:)
Girls, girls, girls
Ain't nothin' like them in the whole wide world.
So damn smart and cute,
And it's amazing what they pass off as a bathing suit.

Winners and losers
Sailors and cruisers
We're all qualified, for a license to chill
And I believe I will

Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill

(Jimmy And Kenny:)
License to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, songs get sung
One good song will last all night long
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill

A license to chill

(Jimmy spoken:)
Ramos go rent me a coupe deville
Hey KL, where's that barbecue grill
Head on down to Margaritaville
Have me a cheeseburger with a big pickle dill
Jesus, I sound kinda mentally ill
I guess I better go turn on Dr Phil

===

Migration
Jimmy Buffett
1974


Whoa, lookin’ back at my background
Tryin’ to figure out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much too clear
I’m just livin’ in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah listenin’ to Murphy, Walker, and Willis
Sing me their texas rhymes


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
Yeah they’re ugly and square, they don’t belong here
They looked a lot better as beer cans


Chorus:
Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin’ out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin’ our part
Got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart


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 done
I came off the rebound, started lookin’ around
Figured out it’s time to have a little fun


Chorus:
Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin’ out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin’ our part
Got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart

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


Chorus:
Yeah, and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin’ out there
They never even seen the clues
Yeah but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin’ our part
Got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart

Coda:
Yeah, got a caribbean soul I can barely control
And some texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...)

===

Love In Decline
By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Will Jennings
1984


Left one in the drizzlin' rain
Found one on the mornin' plane
Layin' out his well-known line
Bought her some gin - that did her in
Now their makin' love behind the occupied sing

Chorus:
Just a livin' example of love in decline
Lookin' so hard and so little time
Goin' ninety to nothin' and flyin' stone blind
Just a livin' example of love in decline

Miyama hotel disco bar
He asks if she's a movie star
Her eyes light up they're going far
No time for a room - it happened too soon
Now they're makin' love in her rent-a-car

Chorus:
That's just another example of love in decline
Lookin' so hard and so little time
Goin' ninety to nothin' and flyin' stone blind
Just a livin' example of love in decline

Red-eyed on a midnight flight
He's a little tired but she looks just right
He asks for dark so she hits the light
Engines whine - seats recline
They're makin' love till the mornin' light

Chorus:
Just a shinin' example of love in decline
Lookin' so hard and so little time
Goin' ninety to nothin' and flyin' stone blind
Just a livin' example of love in decline

Just a livin' example of love in decline
Just a livin' example of love in decline


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Miss You So Badly
By: Jimmy Buffett and Greg Taylor
1977


I guess it all blew up in Missoula
There just was no other way
After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left to say
But when the dust had finally settled
And the air had quickly cleared
Whoa, things were better off than I had feared


Chorus:
And I, Miss you so badly, girl I love you madly
Feelin' so sad now since I been gone, gone, gone
It gets quite confusin', it seems that I'm loosin'
Track of the long days since I been home


We're stayin' in a Holiday Inn full of surgeons
I guess they meet there once a year
They exchange physician's stories
And get drunk on Tuborg beer
Then they're off to catch a stripper
With their eyes glued to her "G"
But I don't think that I would ever let 'em cut on me

Chorus:
And I, Miss you so badly, girl I love you madly
I think I've been had though for stayin' so long, long, long
And I'm, just watchin' the Gong Show, waitin' for Zoro
Losin' the long days since I been home

I got a head full of feelin' higher
And an ear full of Patsy Cline
There is just no one who can touch her
Hell, I'll hang on every line
Oh, crazy how things happen, it's incredible but true
The longer I'm gone the closer I feel to you


Chorus:
And I, Miss you so badly, girl I love you madly
I'm feelin' so glad just to be headin' home, home, home
I've been, battlin' motel maids, and chewin' on Rolaids
Countin' the hours till I get home
Whoa I been, countin' the hours till I get home

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Salty Piece of Land
Jimmy Buffett

I was listening for answers
That I could not really hear

When the words of a wise old Indian
Put a conch shell to my ear

And I took off for the ocean
I was searching for the coast
Painting pictures of my vision
With the words from grandma ghost

Hiding from the dragons
Riding for the sea
Singing ballads from my childhood
"A pirate’s life for me"

Survivors seem to function best
When peril is at hand

With a song of the ocean
Meets a salty piece of land

I was force-fed my religion
But I somehow saved my smile
Tapped into my instincts
As I headed to’ards exile

Cleopatra did not own a barge
But a schooner was her home
She has centuries of stories
And there’s wisdom in her bones

She was on a sacred mission
And she told me of a place
Where a man can hide forever
But never loose his face

So I saddled up my seahorse
With a fly-rod in my hand
I was not looking for salvation
Just a salty piece of land


Somedays Cayo Loco shines
Like the stars up in the sky
And the seabirds they do touch and gos
As the world just tangos by


But there are times when she is hidden
Beneath the wild and crashing waves
And the patron saint of lightening
Keeps the sailors from their graves


Some say it is a blinding sword
Pointing out into the sea
While others say her guiding light
Leads to’ards eternity

Still I sit in contemplation
And I just don’t understand
This mysterious attraction
Of this salty piece of land

Still I search the constellations
And the tiny grains of sand
Where the song of the ocean
Meets the salty piece of land


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Lone Palm
Jimmy Buffett

My garden is filled with papayas and mangos
My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos
Taste for the good life
I can't live it no other way
While out on the beach there are two empty chairs
That say more than the people who ever sit there
From under my lone palm
I can look out on the day


Chorus:
Where no bird flies by my window
No ship is tied to my tree
Love is a wave building to a crescendo
Ride if you will, ride it with me

I knew this girl made of memories and phrases
Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages
Danced 'til the dawn
Wished all her worries away
Well she wasn't crazy, no she wasn't mad
She just wanted the father that she never had
From under my lone palm
I think about her today


Chorus

We sailed from the port of indecision
Young and wild with oh so much to learn
Days turned into years
As we tried to fool our fears
But to the port of indecision I returned


My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos
My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles
Come Christmas winds
Blow all my worries away

Chorus

Sing if you will, sing to the sea
(No bird flies by my window)
(No ship is tied to my tree)

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Thank you for listening.
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