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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Jimmy Buffett and Willie Nelson hanging out, 1975.
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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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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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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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My radio glitched and I’m pissing myself thinking of Lin Manuel Miranda singing Margaritaville
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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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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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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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