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dailyjimmybuffett · 1 month
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It's My Job
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept
He said, "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes a day for me."
I got an uncle who owns a bank, he's a self-made millionaire He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was And he told me it's because in my contract there's this clause
That says, "It's my job to be worried half to death And that's the thing people respect in me It's my job but without it I'd be less Than what I expect from me."
Now I've been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset But sometimes I still forget 'Til the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweat
It's my job to be different than the rest And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that's a rough break for me
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes the day for me
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dailyjimmybuffett · 1 month
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Incommunicado
Travis McGee's still in Cedar Key That's what ol' John MacDonald said My rendezvous so long overdue With all of the things I've sung and I've read They still apply to me They all make sense in time
But now I'm incommunicado Drivin' by myself down the road with a hole in it Songs with no vibrato Takin' the long way home
Now on the day that John Wayne died I found myself on the continental divide Tell me where do I go from here? Think I'll ride into Leadville and have a few beers I think of "Red River" or "Liberty Valance" Can't believe the old man's gone
But now he's incommunicado Leavin' such a hole in a world that believed That a life with such bravado Was takin' the right way home
So when I finished that last line I put the book by itself on the shelf with my heart in it Never wastin' time takin' the right way home I know I'm never wastin' time findin' the right way home
Still I am incommunicado Livin' next door to a leg with a pin in it Life with such bravado Is takin' the right way home
Tryin' to make it, tryin' to fake it Tryin' to take it home Tryin' to make it, tryin' to fake it Tryin' to take it home I know I'm tryin' to make it, sometimes I fake it Tryin' to take it home All I'm doing is tryin' to make it, tryin' to fake it Tryin' to take it home But now I'm incommunicado
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dailyjimmybuffett · 1 month
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Coconut Telegraph
Tuesday on the island, not much goin' on The parties are all over, they ended just past dawn The jungle drums are beating with the tales from late last night 'Cause stories bear repeating for everyone's delight
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph Can't keep nothin' under their hat You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph Sayin' who did this and that, this and that, this and that
Now I'm not one to deal in gossip, but was he that big a fool To do a belly-buster high dive and miss the entire pool? And what became of sweet Melissa and the boy nobody knew? Did Ricardo ever find her? I swear it's just between me and you
But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph By now everybody knows You can hear it on the coconut telegraph Just who comes and goes, comes and goes, comes and goes
La, la la la, la la la La, la la la, la la la La, la la la, la la la la la la la La, la la la, la la la la la la, ooh, ah
It's hump day on the island, the lines have all gone dead All the juicy news is history; I guess everything's been said But when the eagle flies on Friday and the boys break out the rum And the joint begins to jumpin' and you'll hear those hot lines hum
Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby, put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less
I want to hear it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby, put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less
This and that, comes and goes This and that, comes and goes
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dailyjimmybuffett · 1 month
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Cover Friday: U.S.S. Zydecoldsmobile
U.S.S. Zydecoldsmobile was originally recorded by Sonny Landreth in 2000 and covered by Jimmy Buffett in 2002.
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dailyjimmybuffett · 1 month
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Sending The Old Man Home
They're sendin' the old man home Back where the buffalo roam Out in the Pacific, they say he was the best Now he's in his civies, headin' home like all the rest
He'll never forget Rosaline Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea He'll only have the memories or great books by James Jones 'Cause they're sendin' the old man home
Far away, far away Another life so very far away
They'll tear down the officers clubs And write off the overdue subs So let's drink to their memories, our heroes and our pals To those crazy Navy flyers, to those swell Hawaiian gals
The sailors will dance in the street Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet We'll only have the picture books of land and sea and foam 'Cause they're sendin' the old man home
He'll only have his memories or great books by James Jones 'Cause they're sendin' the old man home
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dailyjimmybuffett · 1 month
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Dreamsicle
Let me tell you now, he sips, he quips Dreams a lot about sailing ships Wants to throw it all away Wants to have it back someday
Love's fool, Sears tools Wants to win that football pool Spend it on some real good grass Disappearin' oh so fast
Tell my story, pain and glory Guess my occupation Free and easy, warm and breezy Overnight sensation
I got house pets, Lear jets Tryin' to learn about bassinets Oh Miss Piggy, dance with me Let me take you to the sea
Dreamsicle, big dill pickle High school honeys sure were fickle I'll be damned, country ham Takes me back to Alabam'
So won't you tell my story, pain and glory Guess my occupation Free and easy, warm and breezy Overnight sensation
Let me tell you now, he sips, he quips Dreams a lot about sailing ships I'll be damned, country ham Takes me back to Alabam' I'll be damned, country ham Takes me back to Alabama
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dailyjimmybuffett · 1 month
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Boat Drinks
Boat drinks, boys in the band ordered boat drinks Visitors scored on the home rink Everything seems to be wrong
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere I'm close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on Nobody cares, they are way too far gone Screaming, "Boat drinks" Something to keep 'em all warm
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer I think I got cabin fever Somebody sound the alarm
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott? Any old place here on earth or in space You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
Oh, I know I should be leaving this climate I got a verse but can't rhyme it I gotta go where it's warm
Boat drinks, waitress, I need two more boat drinks Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks I gotta go where it's warm
I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) I gotta go where it's warm! I gotta go where there ain't any snow Where there ain't any blow 'Cause my fin sinks so low I gotta go where it's warm
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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Lady I Can't Explain
What could I do that's never been done before? What can I say that hasn't been said by scores? If I was a designer, I could do nothin' finer Than dress you in style But I'm a hopeless romantic, still behind all these antics Is a heart full of smiles
So I'll just keep on dreamin' Thoughts that are in my brain You just keep on bein' The lady I can't explain
I know that I've the imagination of a child And there are times when I let it all run wild But if I hurt, you forgive, still you won't let me live Some of those episodes down That's why I love you and put no one above you Love your sights and your sounds
So I'll just keep on movin' When the forecast calls for rain You just keep on bein' The lady I can't explain
So I'll just keep on movin' When the forecast calls for rain You just keep on bein' The lady I can't explain
No, no, the lady I can't explain Ah, yes I love you Put no one above you You're the lady I can't explain
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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Survive
I play the stereo loud When I'm away from the maddening crowd Smokin', jokin', clowns we all are Sometimes gotta get really ill When I receive my monthly telephone bill You say it and I'll pay it, 'cause it just helps me to
Survive, stay alive 'Til I see you again Survive, stay alive Can't say where it ends
Clouds lift and there are mountains below Been a while since I've seen any snow Chillin', so thrillin', so good to be back Feels nice to be home for awhile Let's sip champagne 'til we break into smiles Well go dancin' romancin', 'cause you're the reason I
Survive, stay alive Through the thick and the thin Survive, stay alive Where will it all end?
But my bags ain't unpacked 'Cause I've got to go back and play But I know we'll both
Survive, stay alive Through the thick and the thin Survive, stay alive 'Til it all ends
Ooh we'll survive, stay alive When will it all end? Survive, stay alive 'Til I see you again
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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Jimmy Buffett and Willie Nelson hanging out, 1975.
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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I didn't know Jimmy Buffett's discography was so extensive until now. I checked into at a hotel that exclusively plays his music and realized I haven't heard the same song twice since arriving
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants
Now young Mister Moon flew away in the night With his best friend Magnus right by his side They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars Once around Venus, twice around Mars
Then they spied an island rise out of the sea They fell back to Earth just as free as you please The children all gathered, the church bells did ring Suddenly everyone started to sing
Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde
Queen of the island, she welcomed them in Asking 'em questions of where they had been She offered 'em chocolate, she offered them tea They all took their seats in the top of a tree
And racoons brought wine and the mice—they brought cheese Beautiful birds floated by on the breeze From out in the oceans the dolphins began Humming a tune that soon covered the land
Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde
So young Princess Leia brought coral and pearls Gifts to the travelers from some other world The bush doctor mixed up a magical spell Swore them to secrecy, never to tell
So young Mister Moon flew away in the night With his best friend Magnus still right by his side The sun was just rising, they'd be home by noon Humming the words to this magical tune
Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde Chanson pour les petits enfants Chanson pour tout le monde
Chanson pour les petits enfants (Song for children) Chanson pour tout le monde (Song for the world) Chanson pour les petits enfants (Song for children) Chanson pour tout le monde (Song for the world)
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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Stranded On A Sandbar
I enjoy this life as a jester Seems to keep me movin' around Like the wind that blows, tide that flows Have my ups and downs
All a part of some strange plan I'm sure Start a new chapter each day Honey, love gets lost, time gets tossed 'Cause we've both got our own different ways
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar Stuck in my tracks like a streetcar Playin' it for all that it's worth I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
Now I used to go crazy for days at a time Now I'm takin' my time with my days Haven't found the answers like some that I know I'm just stuck in a fairly nice maze
Climb to the top of the island tonight Sit beneath the cashew tree I want to count the stars, lights on the cars That are shinin' up and down on me
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar Stuck in my tracks like a streetcar Playin' it for all that it's worth I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I feel like I'm stranded on a sandbar Stuck in my tracks like a streetcar Playin' it for all that it's worth I'm just payin' for my sins on earth
I enjoy this life as a jester Seems to keep me movin' around
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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My radio glitched and I’m pissing myself thinking of Lin Manuel Miranda singing Margaritaville
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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Cover Friday: Scarlet Begonias
Scarlet Begonias was originally recorded by the Grateful Dead in 1974 and covered by Jimmy Buffett in 2004.
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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Cover Friday: California Dreamin'
California Dreamin' was released by The Mamas & The Papas in 1965 and covered by Jimmy Buffett on Buried Treasure: Volume 1.
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dailyjimmybuffett · 2 months
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Treat Her Like a Lady
Some of us sailors call her home She's big and she's strong and she's mighty Some of us sailors call her our own Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady Just treat her like a lady
Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' 'round Or winds spinnin' out of control California earthquakes only seem to make a' me Shake, rattle, and roll
I've been too long on the mainland Hotels, rental cars, and phones Time to cast 'em aside, catch the very next tide And go back where I belong
Some of us sailors call her home She's big and she's strong and she's mighty Some of us sailors call her our own Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady Treat her like a lady
Now great whales travel the rhumb lines Dodging those deadly harpoons Spawning their young as their ancestors done In the depths of her hidden lagoons
There're times I find myself with them And times I feel as they do We're on a similar course, it's just a different source But I'm in danger of extinction too
Some of us sailors call her home She's big and she's strong and she's mighty Some of us sailors call her our own Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady Treat her like a lady Treat her like a lady Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I'm gone (Lady, lady) treat her like a lady (Lady, lady) treat her like a lady (Lady, lady) got to treat her like a lady (Lady, lady) treat her like a lady Lady, lady Lady, lady Lady, lady
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