By: Jimmy Buffett
[1974]
[C]Lookin' back at my background
Tryin' to figure [G7]out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While [C]others are much too[C7] clear
I'm just [F] livin' in the sunshine
Stay [C]contented most of the [Am]time
Yeah, [D7]listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis
Sing me their Texas rhymes[G][G7]
Now most of the people who retire in Florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them
All the way up to fantasy land
[Am] Yeah, they're [D7]ugly and square, they don't belong here
They looked a [F]lot better [G7]as beer [C]cans
Chorus:
Yeah and [Am]that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why [G]some people live like they do
[Am]So many nice things happenin' out there
They [D7]never even seen the [G]clues
Oh, but [F]we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I [C]know we been doin' our [Am]part
Got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
And some [G7]Texas hidden here in my [Am]heart[C]
Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine
If I hadn't learned how to sing
And on top of all that I got married too early
'Cost me much more than a ring
But now those crazy days are over
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you've done
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
Figured out it's time to have a little fun
(repeat chorus)
Well, now if I ever live to be an old man
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
And an African parakeet
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
(repeat chorus, then)
Yeah, got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
And some [G7]Texas hidden here in my [F]heart[G][C][C7]
Enjoy!
[1974]
[C]Lookin' back at my background
Tryin' to figure [G7]out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While [C]others are much too[C7] clear
I'm just [F] livin' in the sunshine
Stay [C]contented most of the [Am]time
Yeah, [D7]listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis
Sing me their Texas rhymes[G][G7]
Now most of the people who retire in Florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them
All the way up to fantasy land
[Am] Yeah, they're [D7]ugly and square, they don't belong here
They looked a [F]lot better [G7]as beer [C]cans
Chorus:
Yeah and [Am]that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why [G]some people live like they do
[Am]So many nice things happenin' out there
They [D7]never even seen the [G]clues
Oh, but [F]we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I [C]know we been doin' our [Am]part
Got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
And some [G7]Texas hidden here in my [Am]heart[C]
Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine
If I hadn't learned how to sing
And on top of all that I got married too early
'Cost me much more than a ring
But now those crazy days are over
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you've done
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
Figured out it's time to have a little fun
(repeat chorus)
Well, now if I ever live to be an old man
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
And an African parakeet
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
(repeat chorus, then)
Yeah, got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
And some [G7]Texas hidden here in my [F]heart[G][C][C7]
Enjoy!
