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	1974
	Intro: E (See below for tab)

	E
	When I woke up this mornin'

	A	E
I was	tired as I could	be

	B
I	think I was countin' my money

	A	E
When I	should a' been countin'	sheep

My agent he just called me

And told me what I should be

If I would make my music for money

Instead of makin' music for me

Chorus:

	A	E
I said, "I	know that this may sound	funny

	A	E
But	money don't mean nothin' to	me

	A	E
I won't	make my music for	money

	B	E
No, I'm gonna	make my music for	me"

He said, "The people only buy the love songs

Rock n' Roll and not too long"

He said, "Son you got to be commercial

If you want to turn the people on"

And I said, "Turnin' on the people

Now that's a beautiful place to be

But if I spend my time makin' them up a rhyme

Well, who's gonna turn on me?"

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge: (Use bar/power chords)

         D-E  D-E  D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G
         D-E  D-E  D-E-D-B-A#-A-E-G

Well now I went up to Country

And I'll tell you all about the scene

I found a place with much charm and much grace

That wasn't touched by the music machine

Whoa, the people were havin' a good time

Makin' music all day long

And nobody cared if they ever got paid

One penny for playin' a song

CHORUS (2x)

Intro tab:

e|---------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------|
D|-6---9-9--------6---9-9--------6---9-9-------------|
A|-7-------9-7----7-------9-7----7-------9-7-9---7---|
E|---------------------------------------------9-----|
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@SONG: Door Number Three

@CHORDS: Sean Costello

Door Number Three

By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman

	1974
	Intro: C G D G

	G
	Oh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn

	C	G
	My turn to have me a	ball

	G
	Boys at the shop told me just where to stop

	A7	D
If I	wanted to play for it	all

	C	G	C
	I didn't know I'd find her on	daytime T	V

	C	G	D	G
My	whole world lies	waiting behind	door number	three

	G
I	chose my apparel, I wore a beer barrel

	C	G
And they	rolled me to the very first	row

	G
I	held a big sign that said, "Kiss me I'm a baker

	D	G
And	Monty I sure need the	dough"

	C	G	C
Then I	grabbed that sucker by the throat un	til he called on	me

	C	G	D	G
'Cause my	whole world lies	waiting behind	door number	three

	C	G
And	I don't want what Jay's got on his	table

	C	G
Or the	box Carol Merrill points to on the	floor

	C	G
No	I'll hold out just as long as I am	able

	D	G
Or	until I can unlock that lucky	door

	C	G
Well, she's	no big deal to most	folks

	D	G
But	she's everything to	me

	C	G	D	G
'Cause my	whole world lies	waiting behind	door number	three

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walkin' down your hall

Got beat, lost my seat, but I'm not a man to crawl

Though I didn't get rich, you son of a bitch

I'll be back just wait and see

'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

Yes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

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@SONG: Dallas

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Dallas

By: Roger Bartlett

	1974
	*This song was recorded with a capo 5 guitar, but

*I've arranged it here for a standard guitar.

Intro: A Asus2

	A	F#m
If you	ever get the chance to go to	Dallas

	D	A
Take it	from me pass it	by

	F#m
'Cause you'll only sing the blues down in	Dallas

	D	A
Take it	from me don't go and	cry

Chorus:

	E
And I'm	leavin' this town as soon as I can

	G	A
	Gonna stop off for awhile and see my	woman

People do you wrong down in Dallas

I know well they've done it to me

Stealin' all your bread, they're so callous

I know well just look and see

(Repeat chorus)

Bridge:

	D	G
Well,	people like me just	can't be free

	D	G	D	A
The	Provo man won't	let us b	e-	ee

	D	G
If the	people who knew could	get away

	D	G	D	E
	I'm real sure they'd	heed the da	y

(instrumental)

Yeah, now come on down and lose your mental balance

Look at me half crazy now

Oh, talkin' to chairs is strange and I know it

Look at me I'm doin' it know

(Repeat Chorus) (3x)

Chord Diagrams:

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|x02230| - Asus2 |244222| - F#m

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@SONG: Presents to Send You

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Presents To Send You

By: Jimmy Buffett

	1974
	Intro:  G

	G
	Well now I'm in love with a fast-movin' angel

	C	D	G
	Dresses like the	city girls	do

	C	D	G	Em
	When we're a	part there's no	ache in my	heart

	C	D	G
When we're to	gether we're a	hell of a	crew

Chorus:

	C	D	G
And	I got	presents to	send you

	C	D	Em
	Even got	money to	lend you

	C	D	G
But honey	I can never	ever pre	tend

	D
You're not there on my	mind

There sits a fifth of Tequila

God I swore I'd never drink it again

But my last little bout I had my hair pulled out

By a man who really wasn't my friend

And I know I'll never see him again

(Repeat chorus)

	F	C	G
Yeah, I	thought I might	sail down to	Bridgetown

	F	C	G
Spend some	time in the	Barbados	sun

	F	C
But my	plans took a skid when I	smoked a whole lid

	A7	D
	Wound up where I'd beg	un

(Repeat chorus)

(instrumental)

(Repeat chorus)

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@SONG: Stories We Could Tell

@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)

Stories We Could Tell

By: John B. Sebastian

	1974
	Intro:  D Dsus2

	D
	Talkin' to myself again

	A
Wonderin' if this travellin' is	good

Is there somethin' else a' doin'

	D
We'd be doin' if we	could

Chorus:

	G	A	D
	But ah, the	stories we could	tell

	G	A	D
And	if it all blows	up and goes to	Hell

	G	A	D	G
I	wish that we could	sit upon a	bed in some mo	tel

	D	A	D
	Listen to the	stories we could	tell

	D
	Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee

	A
Nameplate on the glass brought back	twenty melodies

	D	G
	Scars upon the face told of	all the times he fell

	D	A	D
	Singin' all the	stories he could	tell

Chorus:

Ah, the stories he could tell

And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell

I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel

And listen to the stories it could tell

So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night

Playin' for a livin' beneath brightly colored lights

And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel

You do it for the stories you can tell

Chorus:

Ah, the stories we could tell

And if it all blows up and goes to Hell

I wish that we could sit apon a bed in some motel

And listen to the stories it could tell

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@SONG: Life is Just a Tire Swing

Life is Just a Tireswing

By: Jimmy Buffett

	1974	G	A	D
	I	remember the	smell	of the creosote plant

	E	F#m	Gdim	E7	A	Bm	Cdim	A
when w	e'd have to	eat on	Easter	with my	crazy old	uncle and	aunt

	G	A	D
	They lived in a	big house	Antebellum style

	G	D	G	D
and the	wind would	blow across the	old bay	ou

	A	D
and	I was a tranquil little	child

Chorus:

	D	Bm
	Life was just a t	ire swing

	G	D
'Jambalaya' was the	only song I c	ould sing

	G	D
	Black-berry pickin',	eatin' fried chicken

	G	D	A
and I	never knew a	thing about	pain

	Bm
Life was just a	tire swing

In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp

yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp

And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself

And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way

and I could get along without any help

(2nd chorus)

Life was just a tire swing

'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing

Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows

knowin' I could never hurt a thing

and life was just a tire swing

	Bm	G	F#m	Em	D
	And I've	never been west of	New Orleans nor	east of Pensa	cola

	G	F#m	E7	A
My	only contact with the	outside world was an	R.C.A. Vic	trola

	Bm	A
And	Elvis would sing and then I'd dream a	bout expensive cars

	E7
and	who would've figured twenty years later

	A	E7	F#m7
I'd be	rubbin' shoulders	with the stars

	Bm
Life was just a	tire swing

Then the other morning on some Illinois road

I fell asleep at the wheel

But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole

and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?'

But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree

and I knew that I had survived

Last Chorus:

Life was just a tire swing

'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing

Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken

And I finally learned a lot about pain

'Cause life is just a tire swing

Life was just a tire swing

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Chord diagrams:

F#m - |xx3222| F#m7 - |xx2222| Gdim - |xx2323|

Bm - |xxo432| Cdim - |xx1212| Em7 - |o2oooo|

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@SONG: A Pirate Looks at Forty

A Pirate Looks at 40

By: Jimmy Buffett

	1974	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 a	ll,	y	ou've seen it a	ll

	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: Migration

Migration

By: Jimmy Buffett

	1974	C
		Lookin' back at my background

	G7
Tryin' to figure	out how I ever got here

Some things are still a mystery to me

	C	C7
While	others are much too	clear

	F
I'm just	livin' in the sunshine

	C	Am
Stay	contented most of the	time

	D7
Yeah,	listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis

	G	G7
Sing me their Texas rhymes

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	D7
	Yeah, they're	ugly and square, they don't belong here

	F	G7	C
They looked a	lot better	as beer	cans

Chorus:

	Am
Yeah and	that's why it's still a mystery to me

	G
Why	some people live like they do

	Am
	So many nice things happenin' out there

	D7	G
They	never even seen the	clues

	F
Oh, but	we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme

	C	Am
I	know we been doin' our	part

	F	C
Got a	Caribbean soul I can	barely control

	G7	Am	C
And some	Texas hidden here in my	heart

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)

	F	C
Yeah, got a	Caribbean soul I can	barely control

	G7	F	G	C	C7
And some	Texas hidden here in my	heart

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@SONG: Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season

Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season

By: Jimmy Buffett

	1974	D	G	D
	S	qualls out on the gulf stream,	big storms comin' soon

	G	D	E7	A7
I pa	ssed out in my ham	mock,	God, I slept 'till way past	noon

	G	D
	Stood up and tried to fo	cus

	C	G	A
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far

	G	D
I	knew I could use a Bloody Ma	ry

	A7	D
so I s	tumbled next door to the	bar

Chorus:

	D	Bm	F#m
	And now I m	ust confess,   I could	use some rest

	G	A7	D
	I can't run at this	pace very l	ong

	Bm	F#m
Yes it's	quite insane,   I think it	hurts my brain

	G	A7	D
But it c	leans me out   and the	n I can go	on

There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray

Strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A

I was feeling tired, then I got inspired

And I knew that it wouldn't last long

So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach

and then I made up this song

(repeat chorus)

Well, the wind is blowin' harder now, fifty knots or there abouts

There's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts

It's time to close the shutters, it's time to go inside

In a week I'll be in gay Paris

Well that's a mighty long airplane ride

(repeat chorus and fade)

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Chord diagrams:

Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222| A7 - |xo2o2o| E7 - |o2o1oo|

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@SONG: Nautical Wheelers

Nautical Wheelers

By: Jimmy Buffett

	1974
	Intro:    A  D  D6           (see bottom for chord diagrams)

	A	D	A	D	A	D	A
					Nautical Wheelers who	call themselves s	ailors

	D	A	A7
Play	fiddle tunes under the	stars

	D	A	F#m
	Petti-coats rustle,	working shoes	scuffle,

	B7	E
	Hustle on down to the	bars

	D	A	A7
	Where the juke-box is blastin' and the	liquor is	flowin'

	D	A	E	E7
An	occasional	bottle of	wine

	D	A
That's 'cause e	veryone here is just	more than contented

	E	E7	D	A
To be l	iving and	dying in t	hree quarter	time

Chorus:

	A	E7	D	A
	And it's	dance with me, dance with me	Nautical Wh	eelers,

	D	A	E	E7
ta	ke me to s	tars that you k	now

	F#m	D	A
Come on and	dance with me, dance with me	Nautical Wh	eelers,

	E	E7	A
	I want so b	adly to	go

Well, the left foot it'll follow

Where the right foot has travelled

Down to the sidewalks unglued

And into the street of my city so neat

Where nobody cares what you do

And Sonna's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic

And Mason has jumped in the sea

And I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat

	E7	A
Oh,	Nautical Wheelers save	me

(repeat Chorus)

Well the sunrise will bring on

The sleep that's escaped us

And everyone's off to their beds

There'll be huggin' and squeezin'

A little pleazin' and teasin'

And rubbin' of each other's heads

So won't you dream on comrades, seems nothin' escapes you,

Nothin', no reason, nor rhyme

That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented

To be living and dying in three quarter time

(repeat chorus and fade)

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Chord diagrams: B7 - x212o2 D6 - xxo2o2

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@SONG: Tin Cup Chalice

Tin Cup Chalice

By: Jimmy Buffett

	1974
	Intro:  G  C G   G  C G

	G	C	G
	I want to go	back  to the	island,

	C	D	G
where the s	hrimp boats t	ie up to the p	ilin'

	Em
	Give me oysters and beer

	A7	D
for	dinner every day of the year  and I'll feel	fine

	D7
I'll feel	fine

Chorus:

	C	D	G
	'Cause I	want to	be there

| D |

C |1. lie beside | Em

I want to go back down and |2. get high by | the sea there

|3. die beside |

	C	G	B7	Em
With a	tin cup for a chalice, fill it	up with	good red	wine

	A7	D	G	C	G
and I'm a'	chewin', on a	honey-suckle	vine

Yeah, now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water

Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze

Salt air it ain't thin, I can stick right to you skin

And make you feel fine

It makes you feel fine

(repeat chorus)

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal

Get that pack gear up and let's move

I want to be there 'fore the day, tries to steal away

And leave us behind

I've made up my mind

(repeat chorus and fade)

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Chords diagrams:

Em - |o22ooo| D7 - |xxo212| A7 - |xo2o2o| B7 - |x212o2|

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Disclaimer -(please read)-:

These chord arrangments were created for private use. Anyone who

distributes them or copies them is in risk of violating copyright

laws. We claim no responsibility for what others do with these

lyrics and chord arrangements.

Thank you,

The GCC authors

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-- GCC Author's note: This being IMOHO, THE definitive Buffett album,

it was the very first created of the GCC series. So far this has

been some serious work, but then just think how long it took Jimmy

to write all this material. I got a little bit of understanding

helping with the GLC (Great Lyrics Compilation) of Spring '94, but I

have really acquired a new respect for Jimmy Buffett's many talents.

MAH, 8/22/94