Jimmy Buffett Album

By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Russell Kunkel

I ain't no video king
I still have to sing
For my supper each night
You stand on the benches
I play in the trenches
Beneath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years
I got strange little voices that live in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster
I can't be the old me no more

Chorus:
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go

Cookin' is a pleasure
Singin' is a treasure
That most don't find
There ain't no harm in tellin'
I likes to eat my melon
Right on down to the rind
I had a hippie girlfriend when I was a kid
She died and went to the suburbs most of 'em did
Raisin' puppies, having yuppies
Where did all the wild ones go

Chorus:
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music jam it in, close the door
Homemade music where did all the good songs go

First there were records then cassettes and CDs
Managers and lawyers then came the Japanese
But homemade music still making sense to me
(sense to me, sense to me, sense to me)

Chorus:
Homemade music is funky and nice
Homemade music skates on very thin ice
Homemade music is part of my philosophy

Chorus:
Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music jam it in, close the door
Homemade music where did all the good songs go

Homemade music, give me my homemade music
Homemade music, should be on the radio

Don't dig that reg'lar bunk
The Neville brothers got the funk
And homemade music should be on the radio

By: Jimmy Buffett

Baby's gone shoppin' she's looking around
She's checkin' out the clothes on the boys in town
Pick up this drop off that
Stares at her pictures from the Fotomat
Oh she likes what she sees
But she's afraid of what she needs
She should be here with me
She should be here with me

But I don't make it easy, I'm no day at the beach
Just an old road dog gettin' harder to teach
Hang on this planet, hang on each twirl
Scatter my belongin's all over this world
I get more wrapped up each day
She's lookin' further away
She should be here with me
She should be here with me

(horn solo)

I'm no good at conversation (No good)
I don't want a proclamation (Oh, no, no)
I just think that we could use
A little face-to-face communication
Ow!

I've been thinkin', thinkin' this through
It's time to stop all this selfishness both me and you
I'll stop from here, you stop from there
We'll meet somewhere in the middle darlin' I don't care
I don't want no more heartaches it's time to put on the brakes
She should be here with me
I don't want no more heartaches it's time to slam on 'em brakes
She should be here with me

Baby's gone shoppin', she should be here with me
No more bar hoppin', she should be here with me

Now, I don't know but I've been told
That city livin' is awfully cold
She should be right here, here with me (he should be...)
Brrrrrr... (...here with me)

Baby's gone shoppin', she should be here with me (he should be...)
(...here with me)
No more bar, no more bar, no more bar hoppin'
Should be here with me (he should be here with me)
She should be here with me
She should be here with me (he should be...)
(...here with me)

No more bar, no more bar, no more bar hoppin'
Should be here with me (he should be here with me)
She should be here with me (gone shoppin')
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baby's gone shoppin' (gone shoppin')

Coda:
She should be here with me
She should be here with me (gone shoppin', he should be...)
She should be here with me (he should be here with me)
She should be here with me (gone shoppin', he should be here!)

By: Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings

Chorus:
Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep livin' straight from the heart
Though you know that you're gonna to hurt some
The magic will come
If you keep livin' straight from the heart
You will know when to stop and to start
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins

Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic

Beachcombers ride
Oh children lost in the tide
Time's never at their command
Waves melt all castles of sand
Melt all castles of sand

Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic

Red sky at night
Oh, such a sailor's delight
Red sky at dawn
Oh-oh-oh, gypsy song's comin' on
Gypsy song's comin' on, song's comin' on

Chorus:
Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep livin' straight from the heart
Though you know that you're gonna to hurt some
The magic will come
If you keep livin' straight from the heart
You will know when to stop and to start
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins

Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Don't make life so tragic

You got to bring back, bring back, bring back the magic
Bring back, bring back, bring back the magic
Bring back, bring back, bring back the magic
Bring back, bring back, bring back the magic

By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Russell Kunkel, Steve Cropper

Barracuda...

Well I saw this couple
Just the other day
Livin' under a bridge
In a homeless way
Like a million others
Without any plan
Livin' day to day
In the promised land
In this unforgivin' world there ain't no doubt
It'll chew you up and it'll spit you out
She calls him barracuda
My barracuda

She used to work in the circus
A real high-wire act
He was a lion tamer
Up until the attack
He came without instructions then he came unglued
And now he's just a monster in a human suit
She calls him barracuda
My barracuda

She still can't figure out what she's doin' down there
And she don't know if he loves her or not
He may be a barracuda
But he's the only lover she's got (oh-oooo)
Barracuda

(guitar solo)

She still can't figure out what she's doin' down there
And she don't know if he loves her or not
He may be a barracuda
But he's the only lover she's got (oh-oooo)
Barracuda, yeah

My barracuda
Not too many fish in the sea (barracuda)
Just my barracuda and me (my barracuda)
Swimmin' around (barracuda)
Check out the town (my barracuda)
He's such a barracuda, ooh, yeah (barracuda, yeah)

By: Jesse Winchester

Se promenant dans un bois de la vieille Louisianne
Les ombres s'allongent nos pas silents l'air de la Louisianne
Toi et moi ne parlant pas en sucant de la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en l'air de la Louisianne

Se promenant dans un bois de la vieille Louisianne
Les ombres s'allongent nos pas silents l'air de la Louisianne
Toi et moi ne parlant pas en sucant de la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en l'air de la Louisianne
Pour un instant je suis content en l'air de la Louisianne

By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley

--Spoken:
"The sun, red and enormous, began to sink into the western sky. And
simultaneously the moon began to rise on the other side of the river with its
own glorious shade of red, coming up out of the trees like a russet firebird.
The sun and the moon seem to acknowledge each other and they moved in both
apposition and concordance in a breath taking dance of light across the oaks and
the palms. My father watched it and I thought he would cry again. He had
returned to the sea, and his heart was a low country heart."

African drums are silent and the Wingos are poets at last
Out on Dafuskie Island, the bulldozers bury the past
And the low country sinks, she can not swim
The dogwood feels the hurt
While the foursome plays on borrowed days in their alligator shirts

Chorus:
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothin' left to see

One night they put a price on the sunset
And that got the whole world shaking
They rose from the grave both the weak and the brave
'Cause history was there for the makin'
And the winos surrounded the condos forming a frail human fence
And they shouted out loud to the roar of the crowd
"Same old story, more dollars than sense"

Chorus:
Now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothin' left to see

Paperback novels make young girls dream
And Judy's spending quieter days in the stream
With Goodman, Giovinno, and John Mac D
They were such good friends to me

(instrumental)

Chorus:
Yes and now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothin' left to see

Chorus:
Oh, and now I realize who killed the Prince of Tides
How can you tell how it used to be
When there's nothin' left to see
Nothin' left to see

Heaven knows but God decides
Just when to kill the Prince of Tides

You can dance (you can dance) every dance (you can dance)
With the guy (you can dance) who gives you the eye (you can dance)
And wants to hold you tight (you can dance)
You can smile (you can smile) every smile (you can smile)
For the man ( you can smile) who holds your hand
Beneath the pale moonlight (you can dance, ba-dum)
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Save the last dance for me

And beach music, beach music, beach music, just plays on...

-- Spoken:
"The white porpoise comes to me at night, singing in the river of time, with a
thousand dolphins in radiant attendance, bringing charismatic greetings from the
Prince of Tides."

By: Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald, William Salter

Mysterious lost weekends in a land where time stands still
Where people fall in love again just for one more thrill
My girl and I went walkin' by the Caribbean Sea
Someone snorkeled by, raised her head up high
And my girl said, "Who's she?"

Chorus:
Pre-you
A friend of mine who's old not new
Pre-you
She's just another girl that I once knew
Pleasant smile, a pretty face
Another time, another place
Pre-you
What's a guy supposed to do

We'll blame it on the weather and the stars that shine above
For bringing us together and filling us with love
So don't you fret my lady 'cause what we have is strong
Let her swim away, out into the bay
Your place is here with me
She's pre-you

(sax solo)

Long ago we were close but the fire went out
She's a tease can't you tell that's what she's all about
Like an old broken clock on the wall she's got nothin' to say
She was long ago
She's so yesterday

Chorus:
She's pre-you
She's just a friend so don't be blue
Pre-you
Only yesterday just passin' through
Another page in history
Steppin' stone for you and me

Pre-you
Pre-you
Pre-you

By: Jimmy Buffett, Ralph MacDonald, William Salter, Robert Greenidge

I've travelled all around the world
And there are places that still stand out to me
None can really quite compare
To my island in the sea

My personal utopia
A place to run to where I can hide away
Where I can truly reign supreme
Somewhere fresh and clean where a man can dream

Chorus:
I'm king, (king) king of somewhere hot
I'm king, (king) like every man should be
I'm king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Where the music in my soul(music in my soul)
Makes me start to lose control (start to lose control)
And I'll melt right on the spot
I'm the king of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)

Now you just rent yourself a tile and dance the night away
Just like the locals do
A million miles from Robin Leach, life is just a beach
So far out of reach

Chorus:
I'm king, (king) king of somewhere hot
I'm king, (king) like every man should be
I'm king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Where the music in my soul(music in my soul)
Makes me start to lose control (start to lose control)
And I'll melt right on the spot
I'm the king of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
So hot!

(pan solo)

Some day I hope to find my queen I know she'll come my way
I'll give her all my love
It's not a complicated thing someplace I can swing
Where a man can be a king

Chorus:
I'm king, (king) king of somewhere hot
I'm king, (king) like every man should be
I'm king, (king) king of somewhere hot
I don't care how hard you look (don't care how hard you look)
Ooh you won't find me in the book (won't find me in the book)
'Cause I'm here right on the spot
Oh! I'm the king of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (to trot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
Hot to trot
King of somewhere hot (to trot)
(King of somewhere hot)

By: Johnny Clegg

(chant)

The world is full of strange behavior
Every man has to be his own savior
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searchin' for a great heart to stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A great heart to stand me by

Chorus:
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
Sometimes I feel that you rarely know me (sometimes)
Sometimes there's so much you can show me (sometime)

There's a highway of stars across the heavens
There's a whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's a rolling thunder across the savannah
And a hope and a dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is the story of the wind
Your life is a story like the wind

Chorus:
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and keep me by
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel that you rarely know me (sometimes)
Sometimes there's so much you can show me (sometime)

(chant)

Chorus:
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
Under African sky
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel that you rarely know me (ah... sometimes)
Sometimes there's so much you can show me (ay yai... sometime)

Coda:
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a 'mzimbo sala 'nhilziyo
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a 'mzimbo sala 'nhilziyo
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a 'mzimbo sala 'nhilziyo
I'm searching for the spirit of the great heart
Guk a 'mzimbo sala 'nhilziyo

By: Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman

-- Spoken:
"So I told her, ooh you got money of your own? Well, that gives me the urge to
merge."

Bimbo limbo is where I've been
I know you know that it's wearing me thin
The times are changing, and it's about time
I'm rearrangin' all the guilt in my mind

Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home

I'm not your macho kind of guy
But I can be so when I'm feeling shy
Hey, baby, where'd you get your good looks
Ooh, babe, I want to carry your books

Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home

Beauty and brains (beauty and brains)
Best of both worlds (best of both worlds)
Think I can change (think I can change)
If you'll be my, be my, be my girl

Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman that'll take me home
Take me home

Chorus:
I'm looking for a smart woman in a real short skirt
Smart woman who knows how to flirt
Smart woman got a mind of her own
Smart woman better take me home
Take me home

-- Spoken:
"Back toward the turn of the century, you know, Mark Twain took a trip around
the world on a steamship and he wrote a book called 'Following the Equator'. And
the opening page has a dedication that says, 'Be good, and you will be
lonesome,' which for me, still seems to work in the fabulous eighties."

Jason Mason hears the sound
The whistle blows in Congo town
And the mail boat's in, mail boat's in
Brings him things from oh so far
Old magazines and Snicker bars
A simple man, a simple plan
The world's too big to understand

Chorus:
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That's what livin' is to me
That's what livin' is to me

On a timeless beach in Hispaniola
Young girl sips a diet cola
She's worlds apart, worlds apart
Spirit of the black king still
Reverberates through Haitian hills
He rules the sea and all the fish
What if he had a TV dish?

Chorus:
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That's what livin' is to me
That's what livin' is to me

Now in the far off regions the foreign legion
Keep the thieves and the predators at bay
While closer to home some bad boys still roam
The streets aren't safe so give it one more day
One more day
One more day

Stories from my favorite books
Still take on many different looks
And I'm gone again, home again
The time has come the walrus said
And little oysters hide their head
My Twain of thought is loosely bound
I guess it's time to Mark this down

Chorus:
Be good and you will be lonesome
Be lonesome and you will be free
Live a lie and you will live to regret it
That's what livin' is to me
That's what livin' is to me
That's what livin' is to me
That's what livin' is to me

-- Spoken:
"Thank you, Mark."