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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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@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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