Jimmy Buffett - Son Of A Son tab

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

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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 -------------------------------------------------------------------- @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 -------------------------------------------------------------------- @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 --------------------------------------------------------------------- End of the SOASOAS GCC section... 12/4/94 MAH
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