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| Various Artists - A White Sport Coat And A Pink Crustacean (128) (2000) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The Great Filling Station Holdup Jimmy Buffett I pulled into the regular pump I was feelin' quite at ease I rolled down my window and told the man "Fifty cents worth, please" Then out jumped my partner With his trusty pellet gun He said, "Boy, this is a holdup Keep pumpin' and don't run." (Chorus) And now I wish I was somewhere other than here Down in some honky tonk, sippin; on a beer Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here Cause that great fillin' station holdup Cost me two good years. We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career We're wanted men-we'll strike again! But first let's have a beer. (Chorus) We were sittin' in the Krystal About as drunk as we could be In walked the deputy sheriff He was holding our TV He roughed us, then he cuffed us And he took us off to jail No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail. (Repeat chorus) 1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved Railroad Lady Jimmy Buffett/Jerry Jeff Walker She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spending her days on the train She's a semi-good looker The fast rails they took 'er Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again. South Station on Boston to the stockyards of Austin From the Florida sunshine to the New Orlean's rain Now that the railpacks Has taken the best tracks She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again. She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spending her life on the trains Once a pullman car traveler Now the brakeman won't have 'er She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again. Once a high balling loner he thought he could own 'er He bought her a fur and a big diamond ring She hocked them for cold cash Left town on the Wabash Never thinking of home way back then. But the rails are now rusty The dining car's dusty The gold plated watches have taken their toll The railroads are dying And the lady she's crying On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal. She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shaky Spending her life on the train She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails the took 'er Now she' tryin', just tryin' to get home again. 1973 Let There Be Music Inc. (ASCAP) Groper Music Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved He Went to Paris Jimmy Buffett He went to Paris looking for answers To questions that bothered him so He was impressive, young and aggressive Saving the world on his own. But the warm Summer breezes The French wines and cheeses Put his ambition at bay And Summers and Winters Scattered like splinters 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 Bore him a young son named Jim. And all of the answers and all of the questions He locked in his attic one day 'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living And twenty more years slipped away. Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady And left him with only on eye His body was battered, his world was shattered And all he could do was just cry. While the tears were falling, he was recalling The 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 He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing But he don't care what most people say. Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic But I had a good life all the way. And he went to Paris looking for answers To questions that bother him so. 1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit Jimmy Buffett Grapefruit Bathing suit Chew a little Juicy Fruit Wash away the night Drive-in Guzzle gin Commit a little mortal sin It's good for the soul. (Bridge) And oh, it gets so damn lonely When you're on the plane all alone And if I had the money, Honey I'd strap you in beside me And never ever leave you Leave you at home all alone and crying. Ten speed No need My pick-up gets me where I please Shuggin' sown the street. But I'll be leavin' In a little while So close your eyes and I'll Be back real soon (Repeat bridge) (Repeat first verse) 1973 ABC/Dunhill Music Inc (BMI) All Rights Reserved Cuban Crime of Passion Jimmy Buffett/Tom Corcoran Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars The ladies would pay and pay Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds. 'Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild He loved that lady the most 'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life And then he turned his own cold hand. (Chorus) And it's just a Cuban crime of passion Messy and old fashioned Yeah, that's what the papers did say It's just a Cuban crime of passion Anejo and knives a slashin' But that's what the people like to read about Up in America, up in America. Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill And Billy Voltaire had no one to clain min, he eas buried on pauper's hill And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago But people get by and people get high In the tropics they come and they go. (Repeat chorus) 1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved Why Don't We Get Drunk Jimmy Buffett I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here Your voice sounds so wonderful But your face don't look too clear So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw. (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. (Instrumental) (Repeat chorus) 1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved Peanut Butter Conspiracy Jimmy Buffett Lookin' back at my hard luck days I really do have to laugh Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars Spendin' it all on draft We were hungry hard luck heroes Tryin' just to stay alive So we'd go down to the corner grocery This is how we'd survive. (Chorus) Who's gonna steal the peanut butter I'll get a can of sardines Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart Stickin' food in our jeans We never took more than we could eat There was plenty left on the racks We all swore if we ever got rich We would pay the Mini-Mart back Yes Sir, yes Sir We would pay the Mini-Mart back. It was a two man operation Had it all down on a note Ricky would watch the big round mirror And I'd fill up my coat Then we'd head for the check-out aisle With a lemon and a bottle of beer Into the car got to make it on home 'Cause supper time is gettin' near. (Repeat chorus) I guess every good picker has had some hard times I have had my share It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now But I don't wanna go back there So every now and then when I'm in a grocery I'll take a little but not much 'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya And I don't want to lose my touch. (Repeat chorus) 1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More Jimmy Buffett Walkin' down new streets the music is loud Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore 'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more. She and old Cougie, my what a pair Doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors But they don't dance like Carmen no more. She had a big hat, my it was high Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky And how she could balance them, I wouldn't dare 'Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere But the lady's not with us, she died long ago And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows 'Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore 'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more. (Repeat second verse) 1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved I Have Found Me a Home Jimmy Buffett The days drift by They don't have names And none of the streets here look the dame And there are so many quiet places And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces. (Chorus) And I have found me a home Yes, I have found me a home And you can have the rest of everything I own 'Cause I have found me a home. My old red bike Gets me around To the bars and the beaches of my town And there aren't many reasons I would leave Yes, I have found me some peace. And the ladies aren't demanding there They never ask too much And when you're coming off a cold love That's sure a nice warm touch. (Chorus) The days drift by They don't have names And none of the streets here look the same And there aren't many reasons I would leave Yes, I have found me some peace Yes, I have found me a home. 1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved My Lovely Lady Jimmy Buffett When I pay my bills Gonna leave these Tennessee hills Take my lady to the sea That's where we both come from That's where we both belong Think I'll go back to the Keys. (Chorus) 'Cause I don't want the thing that brings confusion Where people recognize you on a plane All I want's the quiet and the comforts That livin' with my lovely lady brings. Somehow we survived the double talk and jive Things are looking better all the time I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand The simple way that we should live our lives. (Chorus) Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat And there's plenty of that down there by the sea Well, we're sailing in those warm December breezes Sendin' picture post cards back to Tennessee. (Repeat chorus) 1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved Death of an Unpopular Poet Jimmy Buffett I once knew a poet who lived before his time He and his dog Spooner would listen as he'd rhyme Words to make you happy and words to make you cry And then one day the poet suddenly did die. But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhymes And through some strange transaction One was printed in the Times And everybody's searching for the king of underground They found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown. And everybody knows a line from his books that cost $4.99 I wonder if he knows he's doin' quite this fine. 'Cause his books are all best sellers and his poems were turned to song They had his brother on a talk show though they never got along And now he's called immortal, yes, he's even taught in school They say he used his talents, a most proficient tool. But he left all of his royalties to Spooner his old hound Growing old on steak and bacon in his doghouse ten feet 'round And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind No, he was just a poet who lived before his time Yes, he was just a poet who lived before his time. |
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