Buffett Jimmy – Living & Dying Album tab

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Now they make new movies in old black and white
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With happy endings, where nobody fights
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So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
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Honey, jump right up and show your age

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     I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
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     The "Boston Blackie" kind
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     A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
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     And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

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     Oh I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
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     Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny
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     Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
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     Then I could solve some mysteries too

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Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast
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Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
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And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
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But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
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Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
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then I could solve some mysteries too

(same as above chords with this verse)
But then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score 

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Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
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I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
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But I can go to movies and see it all there 
         E7           A7     D
Just the way that it used to be

     That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
     The "Boston Blackie" kind, a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket 
     And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

     Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be 
     Maybe suave Errol Flynn or a Sheik of Arabie
     If I only had a pencil thin mustache
     Then I could do some cruisin' too
     Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
         E7              A7       D
     Oh, I could do some cruisin' too   

----------------------------------------------------Chord diagrams: E7 - |o2o1oo| A7 - |xo2o2o| B7 - |x212o2| F#7- |xx432o| F#m - |244222| Bb - |113331| C7 - |x3231o| --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
@SONG: Come Monday @CHORDS: Kevin Shuholm Come Monday By: Jimmy Buffett Note: play in G, capo 2nd fret G C Headin' up to San Francisco D G For the Labor Day week-end show, C I've got my hush-puppies on I guess I D G Never was meant for glitter rock and roll Am C D D7 And, honey, I didn't know, that I'd be missin' you so Chorus: C G Come Monday it'll be all right C D Come Monday I'll be holdin' you tight G Bm C D I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze C D G And I just want you back by my side Yes, it's been quite a summer Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains And now you're off on vacation Somethin' you tried to explain And darlin', it's I love you so That's the reason I just let you go (Repeat chorus) Bridge: Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 I can't help it honey, you're that much a part of me now Amaj7 Dmaj7 Remember that night in Montana C 5/2 5/0 C 5/2 5/0 D F C G when we said there'd be no room for doubt I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry I know that it's pretty up there We can go hikin' on Tuesday With you I'd walk anywhere California has worn me quite thin I just can't wait to see you again (Repeat chorus) G Bm C D I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze C D F C G And I just want you back by my side... ------------------------------------------------------------- Chord diagrams: Amaj7=|x02120| Dmaj7=|xx0222| ------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Ringling, Ringling @CHORDS: Sean Costello RINGLING, RINGLING By: Jimmy Buffett Intro: D D/C D/B D/A E7 A7 D D D/C D/B D/A E7 A7 D Chorus: D E7 Ringling, Ringling slippin' away G D Only forty people livin' there today D E7 Streets are dusty, and the bank has been torn down G A7 D It's a dyin' little town D E7 Church window's broken, that place ain't been used in years G A7 D Jail don't have a sheriff or a cell E7 And electric trains, they run by maybe once or twice a month G A7 D Easin' it on down to Mussel Shell (Repeat chorus) Bridge: A And across from the bar there's a pile of beer cans D Been there twenty seven years E7 A7 Imagine all the heartaches and tears in 27 years of beer So we hopped back in the rent-a-car and we hit the cruise control Pretty soon the town was out of sight But we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy and a dog Bracin' for a Ringling Friday night Chorus: Ringling, Ringling you're just slippin' away I wonder how many people will be there a year from today Cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down It's a dyin' little town G A7 D (intro chords) Yeah, it's a dyin' little town -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Brahma Fear @CHORDS: Sean Costello Brahma Fear By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Intro: G Am7 D G Am7 D G Am7 D G Am7 D I'd like to ride the rodeo, but I've got brahma fear G Am7 D G Am7 D So I'll just stick to aeroplanes, gently pop my ears F C G F C D Drink a lot of whiskey, it gives me such a glow G Am7 D Am D G It makes me quite immobile, but it lets my feelings show C D G And I'm somewhere below the spotlight C D Em Somewhere below the ground C A7 You dig deep enough you might find me C D G Find me and you've found my sound Yes I own a whaler boat, it slides across the sea And some folks say I'm part of it And I know it's part of me When I'm feeling solitaire, it lets me be alone And when I want to habitate, it carries me back home Chorus: And I'm somewhere below the sunlight Somewhere upon the sea You dig deep enough, you might find me Find me, 'cause that's where I'll be Yes I'll drink a lot of whiskey It gives me such a glow It makes me quite immobile, but it lest my feelings show Yes, it makes me quite immobile, But it lets my feelings show ---------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Brand New Country Star @CHORDS: Sean Costello Brand New Country Star By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Intro: G D G C G Well he outgrew his sequined suit, sold his Trailways bus A Let his hair get a little too long D G D His ducktail's bit the dust C G His custom made, pearl-inlaid guitar slipped from his hand A D G D And in its place a new electrical one he had flown in from Japan Chorus: C 'Cause he's a cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin' G Brand new country star A He rides around in a Lincoln Continental D G D Those steer horns on his car C Oh, the record men say he's livin' end G They're gonna spin him right to the top A Yeah he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle C D G He can either go country or pop Got a good old friend name of Texas Ben, Tells him all the spots to play And a sweet little lady, he calls her Sexy Sadie She's with the boy night and day They're gonna open up a chain of fancy bowlin' lanes The first one in his old hometown And on ribbon-cuttin' day they'll come from miles away The folks'll all gather 'round and sing (Repeat chorus) --------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Livingston's Gone to Texas @CHORDS: Livingston's Gone to Texas By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Intro: E B7 E B7 E Nothing is different, nothing's changed at all D#m E B7 A E Livingston's gone to Texas, they say he had a ball Chorus: A G D They say he learned to be a cowboy A G D They say he learned to rope and ride Bm G A7 D But I wonder if he ever thinks about the tears his woman cried Now Holly, won't you let me Try and make you smile You loved him as if he were your husband Now he'll be gone awhile Chorus: Wrote he had to see the country On starry nights he wished you were there And so would show wherever he goes Deep inside you know he really cares And nothin' is different, nothin's changed at all Livingston's still in Texas Snow's about to fall --------------------------------------- Chord diagrams: D#m - |xx4342| --------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: The Wino And I Know The Wino and I Know By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Intro: G C G G C G G The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow C Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet G To the rhythm that only he knows Bm C And I've seen him in so many places Bm F D I saw him on the night I was born D G In a Bourbon Street bar, I received my first scar D C G From an old man so tattered and torn Chorus: C And the wino and I know the pain of street singin' G Like the door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin' D C Strange situation, wild occupation G Livin' my life like a song The coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde And the donuts are too hot to touch But just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool I eat till I eat way too much 'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me Be they pastry or lobster or love I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy In a world full of pushin' and shove Chorus: And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin' Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin' Strange situation, wild occupation Livin' my life like a song D C G Sweet sen~orita won't you please come with me D C G Back to the island honey, back to the sea D C D Back to the only place that I want to be Chorus: And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion Strange situation, wild occupation Livin' my life like a song Yes it's a strange situation, wild occupation Livin' my life like a song -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown @CHORDS: Sean Costello West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Intro: C F G C F G C F G C Standin' on side of the Highway 4 exit C F G C A Lady in a tie-dye with a bag by her side C F G C Not really lookin' like anything special C F G C Saw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride Sat right beside me as the 'meter hit sixty 'Splainin' her travels and her family background When she got through, I could not help but thinkin' She's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown Chorus: G D G Father had money and her mother had love D G Channeled entirely to her dear sister Dove D G Twenty-two years in society's plan F D Was cancelled with a swing of her dear mother's hand Six hours later, we hit Cincinatti Yawnin' she woke and then asked where we were When she found out, she said, "I must be goin'" This close to Nashville was too close for her So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars She took it then kissed me and gave me a note She told me just to read it and mail it Nashville On old looseleaf paper to her mother she wrote: Chorus: She said: Mama, I'm fine, if you happen to wonder I don't have much money but I still get around I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays So fuck all those west Nashville grand ballroom gowns (she's a long way from the west Nashville grand ballroom gown) --------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Saxophones @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall Saxophones By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 E A E I cut my teeth on Gumbo rock, Benny Spellman and Dr. John Sweet Erma Thomas and Frogman Henry B Used to boogie woogie all night long A Though I love rock n' roll the acoustic guitar E Was the only way I had of becomin' a star A I'm doin' really nice and travellin' around B A B But they won't play my record in my old home town Chorus: E A But if I had saxophones E Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks A If I had saxophones B A I could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.J. Livin' by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion To take my Janey downtown We hang out in a funky little bar They call it the "Shipwreck Lounge" Well we get kind of drunk and we play rock n' roll Grabbin' everybody right down in his soul When we get to cookin' somethin's still wrong There's still somethin' missin' from them good ole songs Chorus: But if we had saxophones Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks If we had saxophones I could make that joint shimmy like a big California earthquake Yeah if we had saxophones Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks If we had saxophones I could get some recognition from that Mobile, Alabama D.J. --------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: God's Own Drunk @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall God's Own Drunk By: Lord Buckley 1974 "Well, like I explained to y'all before I ain't no drinkin' man. I tried it once, and it got me highly irregular and I swore I'd never do it again. But I promised my brother-in-law that I'd go up and watch his still while he went into town to vote. It was right up on the mountain where the map said it would be. Friends let me tell you one thing though, it wadn't no ordinary still. It stood up that mountainside like... like a huge golden opal, God's yellar moon was a' shinin' on the cool clear evenin', God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens and, like I explained to you once before, I ain't no drinkin' man, But, temptation got the best of me, and I took a slash... (wshew!... woah...) That yellar whiskey runnin' down my throat like honeydew vine water, and I took another slash. Took another and another and another, 'fore you knew it I'd downed one whole jug o' that shit and commenced to get hot flashes. Goosepimples was runnin' up and down my body and a feelin' came over me like, somethin' I'd never experienced before, It's like, like I was in love, ("why don't we have a little love Mike [Utley]") In love for the first time, with anything that moved. Animate, in-animate it didn't matter. It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on and off in my brain sayin, "Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'..." 'Cause I was drunk. Now I wadn't, uh, knee-crawlin', slip-slidin', reggy-youngin', commode-huggin' drunk, I was God's own drunk, and a fearless man; And that's when I first saw the bear. He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout 19 feet tall he rambled up over the hill 'spectin' me to do one of two things: flip or fly, I didn't do either one. It hung him up. He starts sniffin' 'round my body tryin' to smell fear, but he ain't gonna smell no fear, 'cause I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man. It hung him up. He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a lot redder than his was. It hung him up. So I approached him and I said, "Mr. Bear, I love every hair on your 27 acre body. I know you got a lotta friends over there on the other side of the hill. There's ole' Rear Bear, Tall Bear, Freddy Bear, Kelly Jair, Relly Bear, Smelly the Bear, Smokey the Bear, Pokey the Bear; I want you to go back over there tonight and tell 'em I'm feelin' right. You tell 'em I love each and every one of 'em like a brother and a sister; but if they give me any trouble tonight, I'm gonna run every Goddamned one of 'em off the hill." He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think. Neither did I, but, being charitable and cautious, well hell, I approached him again. I said, "Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both beasts when it comes right down to it. So I want you to be my buddy, 'Buddy Bear.'" So I took ole' Buddy Bear by his island sized paw and I led him over to the still. Now he's a' sniffin' around that thing 'cause he's smellin' somethin' good. I gave him one of them jugs of honeydew vine water, he downed it upright, (looked like a big damn bear in the circus sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight.) I gave him another and another and another 'fore I knew it, he'd downed eight of 'em and commenced to do the "bear dance." Two sniffs, a snort, a fly, a turn and a grunt; and it was so simple like the jitterbug it plumb evaded me. And we worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar and I's awful tired, went over to the hillside, and I laid down, went to sleep, slept for 4 hours, and dreamt me some tremulous dreams And when I woke up, Oh, there was God's yellar moon a' shinin' on the clear cool evenin'. And God's little lanterns just a' twinklin' on and off in the heavens, And my buddy the bear was a' missin'... Yeah, you want to know somethin' else friends and neighbors, so was that still. -- Spoken: "that's a take..." --------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------- ******************************************************************** -------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 the LADI34T GCC section - 9/8/94
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