Jimmy Buffett Album

By: 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 insane

By: Jimmy Buffett

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

People are movin' so quickly
Humor's in need of repair
Same occupations and same obligations
They've really go nothing to share
Like drivin' around with no spare

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

By: Jimmy Buffett

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

By: Jimmy Buffett

I must look a mess I must admit
But I have been travelling quite a bit
South of the Border
Where the law and order
Is kept by Federales who just grin
And tell you they just want to be your friend

I left for Tampico last July
I jumped off that boat I almost died
There to greet us
Were pretty senoritas
I swore that I would not go home then
All those lovely ladies were my friends
Whoa, those sweet chiquitas they don't pretend

-- Spoken: "Como esta, Capitain..."

That is all I really want to say
I was thrown out of the country yesterday
See I was, drinkin' double
Causin' lots of trouble
When the man looked in the window of the bar and he grinned
And said, "If you come back we just may not be your friend"
"I don't want to see you 'round here again"
"If you come back next time we may not..." (Hidy ho' boys!)

By: Jesse Winchester

Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are swimmin' in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
Boy will fill his pale with salty water
And the storms will blow from off towards New Orleans

The Sun shines on Biloxi
The air is filled with vapors from the sea
The boy will dig a pool beside the ocean
He sees creatures from his dreams underwater
And the Sun will set from off towards New Orleans

Stars can see Biloxi
Stars can find their faces in the sea
We are walking down beside the ocean
We are splashing naked in the water
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans

By: Jimmy Buffett

Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault

I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault

By: Jimmy Buffett

In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her crying out, "What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home."

Lonely princess
All the days out on your own are growing empty
Nothing is going well
If you could only tell them how you feel
They're too real to understand

Chorus:
Too many trite expressions
Ending in forced rejections long ago
Too many innocent faces
Too many far out places something's wrong
Let me tell you that something's wrong
It's been that way so long, and it's a shame

On the street car
To the city where she knows that she might lose it all
Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time
And knowing well this could be her final fall

Past the boutique
Down the alley to the river, people pass her by
Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks
And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry

Chorus:
Too many small suggestions
Endin' in angry questions from her dad
Too many T.V. dinners
And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost
No one knows the trials she had

In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming
I heard her crying out, "What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home."

Lord, I just don't know, but I can't go back home.

By: Jimmy Buffett and Greg Taylor

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

By: Steve Goodman, Jim Rothermel, Steve Burgh

Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans, hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing, caught by the lure of the sea
Tryin' to find what is ailing, livin' in the land of the free

Some of them are running from lovers, leaving no foreward address
Some of them are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the I.R.S.

Chorus:
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin' give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes

First you learn the native customs
soon a word of spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
'Cause they know they can't trust you
Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves back home

Down to the Banana Republics, things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying any second-hand American dreams

Chorus:
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin' give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes

Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans hopin' to find some fun

By: Johnathan Baham

Drink it up, this one's for you
It's been a lovely cruise
I'm sorry it's ending, oh it's sad, but it's true
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise

Chorus:
These moments we're left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
There's wind in our hair and there's water in our shoes
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise

-- Spoken: "So let's cruise darlin'"

Chorus:
Ohhh, these moments we're left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
And those harbor lights, lord, they're coming into view
We'll bid our farewells much too soon
So drink it up, this one's for you
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
Yeah baby, it's been a lovely cruise
Oh darlin', it's been a lovely cruise