Jimmy Buffett - Songs You Know By Heart Chords & Tabs

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@ALBUM: Songs You Know By Heart
@SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise
Cheeseburger in Paradise
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978
>From "Son of a Son of a Sailor"

Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beats

       Bm ||||  A |
       Bm ||||  G |
       Bm ||||  A | D |

	  G          A	        D
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
G              A         D
Made it nearly seventy days
         G             A               D
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
E				  A
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
       G	 A           D	      G
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
G            A           Bm
Some kind of sensuous treat
       G           D         G	   D
Not zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat
      G         D         A            D
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat

Chorus:
      G    A         D
     Cheeseburger in paradise
     G         A              D
     Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
     G          A          D
     Not too particular, not too precise
                G     D         A    D
     I'm just a Cheeseburger in paradise

Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn

But times change, sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed

Chorus:
     Cheeseburger in Paradise
     Medium rare with mustard be nice
     Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
     I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise

** (Guitar Tacet throughout)
**  I like mine with lettuce and tomato
**  Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
**  Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
**  Well good God almighty which way do I steer for my

Chorus:
     Cheeseburger in Paradise
     Makin' the best of every virtue and vice
     Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a
     Cheeseburger in Paradise
     I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise
     I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise

Repeat intro
Repeat Guitar Tacet part (above)

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@SONG: He Went To Paris
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
He Went To Paris
By: Jimmy Buffett
1973
>From "A White Sport Coat And A Pink Crustacean"

A
He went to Paris lookin' for answers
   D                           A
To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive
D                       E7
Savin' the world on his own

       D
But the warm summer breezes
    A
The French wines and cheeses
D                       E7
Put his ambition at bay
    A
The summers and winters

Scattered like splinters
    D            E7             A
And four or five years slipped away

Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named Jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'
And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin'
Answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his Green Label each day
Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin'
But he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way"

    A
And he went to Paris lookin' for answers
   D        E7                   A
To questions   that bothered him so

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@SONG: Fins
@CHORDS: Brian Michalowski (bam@wam.umd.edu)
Fins
By: Jimmy Buffett, Deborah McColl, Barry Chance, Tom Corcoran
1979
>From "Volcano"

(needs work)

Intro tab: (repeat three times???)  last part of tab missing
E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
B-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
G-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
D-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
A--0--|-----1-2-3-----3-|-----2-1-0-----0-|-----1-2-3-------|
E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
   &    1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &   1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &   1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &

         Bb        C 	   F
She came down from Cincinnati
            Bb         C      F
It took her three days on the train
Bb               C         F
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Bb               C    F
Hoped to see the sun again

            Bb         C      F
But now she lives down by the ocean
             Bb      C         F
She's takin' care to look for sharks
     Bb       C        F
They hang out in the local bars
         Bb         C     F
And they feed right after dark

Am7		   Dm7
Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?
Am7                                Dm7
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
	Bb 	    C     Bb          C
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
               Bb   C       F
And you're the only bait in town
Am7         Dm7   Am7        Dm7
      Oh  whoa,        Oh  whoa
        Bb          C     Bb          C
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
               Bb   C       F
And you're the only bait in town

She's saving up all of her money
Wants to head it south in May
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man
Somewhere down Montserrat way
But the money's good in the season
Helps to lighten up her load
Boys keep her high as the months go by
She's gettin' postcards from the road

Chorus:
     Can't you feel 'em closin' in honey?
     Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around?
     You got fins to the left, fins to the right
     And you're the only girl in town

(harmonica solo)
Repeat Intro tab

Sailed off to Antigua
It took her three days on a boat
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Maybe keep her dreams afloat
But now she feels like a remora
'Cause the school's still close at hand
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
Of the sharks that can swim on the land

Repeat first chorus
Repeat Intro tab and fade

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Chord diagrams:  Bb - |x13331|  Am7 - |xo2o1o|  Dm7 - |xxo211----------|
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@SONG: Margaritaville
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Margaritaville
By: Jimmy Buffett
1977
>From "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes"

D
Nibblin' on sponge cake

Watchin' the sun bake
                                   A
All of those tourists covered with oil

Strummin' my six-string

On my front porch swing
                                         D     D7
Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil

Chorus:
   G         A                  D          D7
     Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
   G                 A               D    D7
     Searching for my lost shaker of salt
   G             A                    D  A      G
     Some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame
           A     G                D
     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

Solo (based on verse chords and chorus)

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

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 my own damned fault

        G             A                    D  A      G
Yes and,  some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame
      A     G                    D
And I know    it's my own damned fault

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@SONG: Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Son of a Son of a Sailor
By: Jimmy Buffett
1978
>From "Son of a Son of a Sailor"

G
As the son of a son of a sailor
       F          C         G
I went out on the sea for adventure
  C                       G
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
       D                        G
Like a man just released from indenture

     G
As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
        F         C      G
I have chalked up many a mile
     C                     G
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
       D                               G
And I learned much from both of their styles

Chorus:
     F             C
     Son of a son, son of a son
                       G
     Son of a son of a sailor
     F             C
     Son of a gun, load the last ton
                           C
     One step ahead of the jailer


Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the Mango man
As he greets you at the boarder

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices

      F                      C
     Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
                                      G
     That our forefathers harnessed before us
      F                         C
     Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings
                              G
     It's a son of a gun of a chorus


Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searching for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker

     But the son of a son, son of a son
     Son of a son of a sailor
     Son of a gun, load the last ton
     One step ahead of the jailer
     I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
     Son of a son of a sailor

         F                      C
     The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
                                     G
     I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

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@SONG: Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
By: Jimmy Buffett
1977
>From "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes"

Intro:  G   D   A   G D

D                 G
I took off for a weekend last month
        A                        D
Just to try and recall the whole year
                     G
All of the faces and all of the places
 A                           D
Wonderin' where they all disappeared
Bm                  F#m
I didn't ponder the question too long
      G                         A
I was hungry and went out for a bite
    G                  D
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
       A                    D
and we wound up drinkin' all night

Chorus:
                G                     D
     It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
      A                        D
     Nothing remains quite the same
         G                      D
     With all of our running and all of our cunning
        A                         G         D
     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

(Repeat Intro chords)

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
        A                       F     C    G    D   A   D
     If we weren't all crazy we would go insane
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Chord diagrams:     Bm - |xxo432|   F#m - |xx4222|
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@SONG: Come Monday
@CHORDS: Kevin Shuholm
Come Monday
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
>From "Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"

Note:  play in G, capo 2nd fret
    G               C
      Headin' up to San Francisco
    D                    G
      For the Labor Day week-end show,
                  C
      I've got my hush-puppies on I guess I
       D                          G
      Never was meant for glitter rock and roll
     Am           C             D          D7
      And, honey, I didn't know,  that I'd be missin' you so

Chorus:
         C              G
     Come Monday  it'll be all right
         C                D
     Come Monday  I'll be holdin' you tight
              G          Bm         C          D
     I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
            C            D          G
     And I just want you back by my side

Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Somethin' you tried to explain
And darlin', it's I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go

(Repeat chorus)

Bridge:
   Amaj7    Dmaj7          Amaj7                  Dmaj7
      I can't help it honey,  you're that much a part of me now
   Amaj7                Dmaj7
      Remember that night in Montana
            C      5/2    5/0 C  5/2 5/0   D     F    C    G
      when we said there'd be no room for doubt

I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry
I know that it's pretty up there
We can go hikin' on Tuesday
With you I'd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again

(Repeat chorus)
              G           Bm       C             D
      I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
            C             D           F        C           G
      And I just want you back by my side...

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Chord diagrams:   Amaj7=|x02120|     Dmaj7=|xx0222|
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@SONG: Pirate Looks at Forty
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Pirate Looks at 40
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
>From "A1A"

G
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
C                                           D     Am7  G
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
                Am   D  Am7            G
You've seen it all,    you've seen it all....

2)
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen
Most of them dreams, most of them dreams

3)
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

4)
I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

5)
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again,
Just a few friends, just a few friends...

6)
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day
And I still can manage a smile.
It just takes a while, just takes a while

7)
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown....

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@SONG: Why Don't We Get Drunk
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Why Don't We Get Drunk
By: Marvin Gardens (A.K.A. Jimmy Buffett)
1973
>From "A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean"

D             D7             G              D
I really do,  appreciate  the fact you're   sittin' here
D                  G                       E7
Your voice sounds  so wonderful
         E7                 A7
But your face don't look too clear
   G                        D
So barmaid bring a pitcher,   another round o' brew
      G               A          D        D7
Honey why don't we get drunk and screw

Chorus:
     G               A          D
     Why don't we get drunk and screw?
     E7                             A7
     I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
         G
     They say you are a snuff queen
           D
     Honey I don't think that's true
               G               A          D
     So,  why don't we get drunk and screw

Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."

Solo (violin)

Chorus:
     Why don't we get drunk and screw?
     I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
     They say you are a snuff queen
     Honey I don't think that's true
     So, why don't we get drunk and screw?
     Yeah, now baby I say, "Lord!,"
     Why don't we get drunk and screw

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@SONG: Boat Drinks
Boat Drinks
By: Jimmy Buffett
1979
>From "Volcano"

Intro:  D  G A D  G A

A    D
Boat drinks
G               A            D
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
G        A                 D
Visitors scored on the home rink
G          A           D       G  A
Everything seems to be wrong

A    D  G             A               D
Lately  newspapers mentioned cheap airfare
G       A              D
I gotta fly to St. Somewhere
G            A        D
I'm close to bodily harm

20 degrees and the hockey game's on
Nobody cares, they're all 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've got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm

Bridge:
  Fmaj7                       C
     I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
               G                      C
     Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott?
  Fmaj7                     C
     Any old place here on Earth or in space
   E              F#m7        A    G        F#m   A
     You pick the century and I'll pick the spot

But I know I should be leaving this climate
I've got a verse and can't rhyme it
I gotta go where it's warm

Boat drinks
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks
Then I'm heading south 'fore my dream shrinks
I gotta go where it's warm  [I gotta go where it's]
I gotta go where it's warm  [I gotta go where it's]
I gotta go where it's WARM!

G       A              G         A
I gotta go where there ain't any snow
            G         A               G            A
Where there ain't any blow, 'cause my fin sinks so low
G       A             D
I gotta go where it's warm

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@SONG: Grapefruit-Juicy fruit
Grapefruit-Juicy fruit
By: Jimmy Buffett
1973
>From "A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean"

Intro:  B  C   B  C   F#  G   B  C

B    C        B       C
Grapefruit  a bathin' suit
              F#    G
Chew a little juicy fruit
              C
Wash away the night

B     C         B      C
Drive-in    you guzzle gin
                F#     G
Commit a little mortal sin
                  C
It's good for the soul

Chorus:
 Dm7           G7   Cmaj7       C6
     And oh it gets so    damn lonely
 Dm7             G7        Cmaj7
     When you're on a plane alone
 Dm7                  G7             Cmaj7               C6
     And if I had the money honey I'd strap you in beside me
  D7                          G7
     And never ever leave you leave you at home all alone and cryin'


Ten speed  no need
My pickup gets me where I please
Chuggin' down the street

But I'll be leavin'
In a little while
So close your eyes and I'll
I'll be back real soon

Spoken: "Ah, take it Refers...  Lady's choice, everybody dance..."

Repeat chorus

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Chord diagrams:  F# - |xx4322|    D7 -|xxo212|  Dm7 - |xxo211------------|
                 G7 - |32ooo1|  Cmaj7-|x32ooo|  C6  - |xx2213------------|
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@SONG: Pencil Thin Mustache
Pencil Thin Mustache
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
>From "Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"

D                 F#7       B7
Now they make new movies in old black and white
E7                        A7
With happy endings, where nobody fights
   D               F#7             B7
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
       E7                A7
Honey, jump right up and show your age

Chorus:
       D            F#7            B7
     I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
   E7            A7       D
     The "Boston Blackie" kind
       D         F#7        B7
     A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
            E7                    A7
     And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

         D                   D7
     Oh I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
     G                      Bb
     Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny
          D            F#7         B7
     Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
          E7                 A7        D
     Then I could solve some mysteries too

        Em         B7          Em         B7
Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast
Em            B7         Em
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
    F#m         C7         F#m        C7
And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
    E7                       A7
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
        D            F#7         B7
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
     E7                 A7        D
then I could solve some mysteries too

(same as above chords with this verse)
But then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score

          D               F#7        B7
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
  E7                       A7
I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
    D           F#7        B7
But I can go to movies and see it all there
         E7           A7     D
Just the way that it used to be

Chorus:
     That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
     The "Boston Blackie" kind, a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
     And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

     Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
     Maybe suave Errol Flynn or a Sheik of Araby
     If I only had a pencil thin mustache
     Then I could do some cruisin' too

           D
     Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
         E7              A7       D
     Oh, I could do some cruisin' too

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Chord diagrams:      E7 - |o2o1oo|  A7 - |xo2o2o|
                     B7 - |x212o2|  F#7- |xx432o|
     F#m - |244222|  Bb - |113331|  C7 - |x3231o------------------------|
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@SONG: Volcano
Volcano
By: Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes, Harry Dailey
1979
>From "Volcano"

Chorus:
     F
     I don't know
             C7
     I don't know
     F                     Bb
     I don't know where I'm a gonna go
              F   C7   F
     When the vol-cano blow

F                   Bb    F
Ground she's movin' under me
                Bb     F
Tidal waves out on the sea
                 Bb     F
Sulphur smoke up in the sky
               Bb       F
Pretty soon we learn to fly

(Repeat chorus)

My girl quickly say to me
Mon you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot
You better lava me now or lava me not

(Repeat chorus)

No time to count what I'm worth
'Cause I just left the planet earth
Where I go I hope there's rum
Not to worry mon soon come

(Repeat chorus)
      F                     Bb       F
But I don't want to land in New York City
                      C7   F
Don't want to land in Mexi-co
                         Bb         F
Don't want to land on no Three Mile Island
                     C7    F
Don't want to see my skin aglow

Don't want to land in Commanche Sky park
Or in Nashville, Tennessee
Don't want to land in no San Juan airport
Or the Yukon Territory

Don't want to land no San Diego
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay
Don't want to land on no Eye-Yatollah
I got nothin' more to say

(Repeat chorus)

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