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Buffett Jimmy - Son Of A Son Album guitar tab

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@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

G

As the son of a son of a sailor

F C G

I went out on the sea for adventure

C G

Expanding the view of the captain and crew

D G

Like a man just released from indenture

G

As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man

F C G

I have chalked up many a mile

C G

Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks

D G

And I learned much from both of their styles

Chorus:

F C

Son of a son, son of a son

G

Son of a son of a sailor

F C

Son of a gun, load the last ton

C

One step ahead of the jailer

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

F C

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind

G

That our forefathers harnessed before us

F C

Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings

G

It's a son of a gun of a chorus

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

F C

The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains

G

I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

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@SONG: Fool Button

@CHORDS: Mike Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)

Fool Button

By: Jimmy Buffett

1978

A

I 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

D

Lookin' for my rentacar

Was the Cordoba blue or red?

A

Tryin' to remember where I put the keys

Tryin' to remember what I said

Chorus:

D

I pushed the fool button

A

My night went haywire

D

I pushed the fool button

E

Set 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)

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@SONG: The Last Line

@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)

The Last Line

By: Keith Sykes

1977

F C F C

Given my life for songs that I sing

F C F C

Matter of fact, I've given everything

F C F C

Time has come to not make a sound

F C F C

Time has come to lay my burdens down

F Bb F

Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)

C F C

Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)

G C

It's come from behind

F G

Now is the time

F C F C

For the last line (last line)

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)

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@SONG: Livingston Saturday Night

Livingston Saturday Night

By: Jimmy Buffett

1975

E B

You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight

A7 E

You take a few tokes make you feel alright

A B7 E

Rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night

B

Pickup's washed and you just got paid

A7 E

With any luck at all you might even get laid

A B E

'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night

A E

So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band

B7 E

Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sand

A E

Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool

F#7 B7

Hittin' on the honeys right outta high school

A B7

Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right

A7 B7 E

'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night

(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

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@SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise

Cheeseburger in Paradise

By: Jimmy Buffett

1978

Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beats

Bm |||| A |

Bm |||| G |

Bm |||| A | D |

G A D

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits

G A D

Made it nearly seventy days

G A D

Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds

E A

Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays

G A D G

But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams

G A Bm

Some kind of sensuous treat

G D G D

Not zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat

G D A D

But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat

Chorus:

G A D

Cheeseburger in paradise

G A D

Heaven on Earth with an onion slice

G A D

Not too particular, not too precise

G D A D

I'm just a Cheeseburger in paradise

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)

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@SONG: Coast of Marseilles

@CHORDS: Matt Landrum (mdl@cypress.com)

Coast of Marseilles

By: Keith Sykes

1978

E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7

I sat there on the coast of Marseilles

A Bm7 A Bm7

My thoughts came by like wind through my hand

E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7

How good it'd be to feel you again

A Bm7 A/E E/D A/C# E/B C9 B9 E6

How good it's be to feel that way again

E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7

Would you be remembering me

A Bm7 A Bm7

I ask that question time and again

E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7

The answer came and haunted me so

A Bm7 A/E E/D A/C# E/B

I would not want to think it again

C9 B9 E

No, I would not want to think it again

C#m7 G#m7 C#m B E C7

Youuuuuuuu make it so hard to forget

C#m7 G#m7 C#m A B A

Iiiiiiiiii haven't stopped loving you yet

E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7

When I left the coast of Marseilles

A Bm7 A Bm7

I hadn't done what I'd come to do

E G#7 C#7 Cm7 Bm7

Spent all the money I'd saved

A Bm7 A/E E/D A/C# E/B

Still did not get over you

C9 B9 A/E E/D A/C# E/B

No, I still did not get over you

C#m7 C9 B9 E6

Oooooooooooo

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Chord diagrams: (EAGBDe) (use lots of bar chords, and walk down bass)

A/C# - x4x2xo B9 - x21222 Cm7 - x35343 E6 - o2212o

A/E - xx2x2o C7 - x35353 C#m7 - x46454 E/D - xxoxoo

Bm7 - x24232 C9 - x32333 E/B - o2x1xo G#7 - 464544

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@SONG: Cowboy In The Jungle

@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)

Cowboy in the Jungle

By: Jimmy Buffett

1978

G

There's a cowboy in the jungle

Am

And he looks so out of place

D

With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots

C D G

And his skin as white as paste

G

Headin' south to Paraguay

Am

Where the Gauchos sing and shout

Now he's stuck in Porto Bello

C D G

Since his money all ran out

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 C D G

Roll with the punches

C D G

Play all of his hunches

C D

Make the best of whatever came his way

C D G

What he lacked in ambition

C D Em

He made up with in-tuition

C D G

Plowing straight ahead come what may

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:

Am C G

But I don't want to live on that kind of island

Am C G

No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea

Em A7

Too much for me, too much for me

C D G

I've got to be where the wind and the water are free

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

D C G

And there's a cowboy in the jungle

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@SONG: Man~ana

@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)

Man~ana

By: Jimmy Buffett

1978

D

She said I can't go back to America soon

It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June

G Em

Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo, stuck in their cars

A G D

And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars

D

Customs man tells her that she's gotta leave

She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve

G Em

Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind

A G D (D7)

And any direction he blows'll be fine.

CHORUS:

G D

Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it

A D D7

I have heard those words for so very long

G D

Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it

A G D

Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being 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)

A G D

And I hope Anita Bryant never ever does one of my songs

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@SONG: African Friend

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.acc.georgetown.edu)

African Friend

By: Jimmy Buffett

1978

G C G

Disembarking at Duvalier Airport

D C G

Seeking transportation to town

G C G

As the purple ink dried on his passport

D C G

He could still feel the eyes look around

(Some French stuff) casino

Spoke to the cabbie and smiled

Driver replied vous o louvos

As he motioned the dark man inside

Bm C

CHORUS: Business in Aruba concluded

Am D Dsus4

He now had a little money to spend

C D G

That's how I came to meet my African friend

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

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End of the SOASOAS GCC section...

12/4/94 MAH

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