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By: Rodney Crowell
Down in Louisiana, bayous by and by
Pirogue pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then the crowd starts rollin' in
Chorus:
Pretty soon you got stars on the water
You got stars on the water
It's like stars on the water, let it rain
Beaumont to Biloxi
Sea breeze at your door
Gypsy rains, dang hurricanes
White silver sandy shore
"Blue Light" lounge is shinin'
Way out on the view
Chorus:
It looks just like stars on the water
Just like stars on the water
Just like stars on the water, let it rain
(guitar instrumental)
When it's midnight down in Mobile
Moonbeams on the bay
They come from miles around to dance the jukebox down
And dig the good time sounds they play
All across the harbour
Night lights shinin' in
Chorus:
It looks just like stars on the water
Just like stars on the water
Just like stars on the water, let it rain
Chorus:
Pretty soon ya got stars on the water
You got stars on the water
It's like stars on the water, let it rain
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By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley
I had Cadillacs in my future
Debutantes in my past
I made a deal with the devil for a whole lotta money
Thinkin' it would last and last
But a fool and his money are bound to part
And what goes up must come down
Take my advice don't trust the roll of the dice
Keep your feet on solid ground
Chorus:
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Lots of women and wine
But who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? That he ain't cool (he ain't cool!)
Now thems were hard times back in the eighties boy
People barely had enough to get by
Oh not me foot loose and fancy free
There was nothin' to myself I'd deny
But fellas listen to my story now
Though you have heard this tale before
Take care of your needs and watch out for you greeds
Or that wolf will be at your door
Chorus:
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Now I ain't got a dime
But who's gonna be the fool? Who's gonna be the fool?
Who's gonna be the fool? Still ain't cool (it ain't cool)
Who's gonna tell a fool? Who's gonna tell a fool?
Who's gonna tell a fool? Still ain't cool (it ain't cool)
(Jimmy used to have money one time)
(Bubba used to have money one time)
(Jimmy used to have money one time)
(Bubba used to have money one time)
(Jimmy used to have money one time)
(Bubba used to have money one time)
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By: Jimmy Buffett, Josh Leo, J.D. Souther
He took one last look
Tossed that address book
His odyssey has begun
No time to see sights
Ran all the red lights
Burned all his bridges
Now it's love on the run
Chorus:
Livin' it up
Is takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' it up
It suits his temperament fine
Up on the bandstand
Plays for a few fans
Workin' for minimum wage
He spots her lookin'
His brain is cookin'
She takes her seat
At the foot of the stage
Chorus:
Livin' it up
Is takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' it up
It suits his temperament fine
Yeah he loves livin' it up
And takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' it up
It never crosses his mind
Didn't say much, had a soft touch
Knew what felt good in her man
He was the same way and they split the next day
Sang all the way through the Yucatan
Chorus:
Livin' it up
Is takin' all of our time
But we ain't givin' it up
It never crosses our mind
No no no he's just livin' it up
And takin' all of his time
But he ain't givin' her up
She suits his temperament fine
Yeah she's just livin' it up
And takin' all of his time
But she ain't givin' him up
It never crosses her mind
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By: Steve Goodman
Beneath the moonlit sky
Shadows walk beside the water
Sad goodbye whispered on the shore
Hear those wind chimes play
They serenade the shadow lovers
Ring and fade away
Like California promises
I will never love another
Wait for me, 'til I return
But she never will
He waits for her beside the water
Faithful still
To California promises
(guitar solo)
I will never love another
Wait for me, 'til I return
Though she never will
He waits for her beside the water
Faithful still
To California promises
(guitar solo)
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By: Jimmy Buffett, Bobby Holcomb
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe
I used to rule my world from a pay phone
Ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain likes of me
Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear
But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had
I seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round
(pan solo)
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Lakes below the mountain
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me
And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within
Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura (Ua pau te maitai no te fenua)
E mea arofa teie ao nei, hey now, hey now, hey now
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua [Bounty of the land is exhausted]
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie [But there's still abundance in the sea]
Ua pau te maitai no te fenua
Te zai noa ra te ora o te mitie
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By: Arthur Neville
Why you wanna hurt my heart
Why you wanna hurt my heart
When you know that I love you
Everybody 'round us can see
Just how it ought to be
Everybody but you
Played your little game of deception
Soon there's gonna be a connection
When you're blue, oh when you're blue
I know it's just a cryin' shame, nobody left to blame
Nobody but you
If I could turn back
If I could turn back the hands of time
I'd do you a favor, straighten out confusion in your mind
In your mind
Gonna see the voodoo lady
'Fore this thing drives me crazy
Learn what to do, do about you
Mix me up one of her potions, forget about my emotions
Forget about you
Why you wanna hurt my heart
Why you wanna hurt my heart
When you know that I love you
Everybody 'round us can see
Just how it oughtta be
Everybody but you
Why you wanna hurt my heart
Why you wanna hurt my heart
Why you wanna hurt my heart
Why you wanna hurt my heart
Why you wanna hurt my heart
Why you wanna hurt my heart
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By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley
You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date
(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
(Aah, aah, ah, ah ah ah)
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again
I've seen your fat cat style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder
I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey do, a little toast for me and you
Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again
I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
"Uh Sir, she's just not coming"
Now what the hell does garcon know
We've been through all this befo'
Honey do, honey come and do me again
-- Spoken: "Alright Blues Torpedoes"
(sax solo)
Honey (honey) why couldn't you have taken the non-stop train
I'm hungry (hungry) and I really want to see you again
Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach 'til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southernese
Honey do, honey come and do me again (one more time)
Yeah honey do, honey come and do me again
Oh oh oh oh
Honey do, honey come and do me again
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By: Jimmy Buffett
I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad
That was the way that my parents perceived me
Those were the plans that they had
But I couldn't fit the part too dumb or too smart
Ain't it funny how we all turned out
I guess we are the people our parents warned us about
You know I coulda worked the rigs when the money was big
Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad
And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
Buyin' time 'til things were not so bad
But then I got a guitar found a job in a bar
Playin' acid rock 'til I was numb
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come
Chorus:
We are the people, they couldn't figure out
We are the people our parents warned us about
Hey hey, Gardner McKay
Take us on the Leaky Tiki with you
Clear skies bound for Shanghai
Sailing cross the ocean blue (do do do dooo)
So blue (do do do dooo OOOH)
(do do do dooo)
(do do do dooo OOOH)
Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflation
When it only used to take a cent
Sometimes I wish I was back in my crashpad days
'Fore I knew what cash flow meant
Seems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health shit
Don't tell me that I ought to get rolfed
'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf
Chorus:
We are the people there isn't any doubt
We are the people they still can't figure out
We are the people who love to sing "Twist and Shout"
SHAKE IT UP BABY
We are the people our parents warned us about (do do do dooo)
Id'n' any doubt (do do do dooo OOOH)
Hey hey hey (do do do dooo)
Gardner McKay (do do do dooo, Gardner McKay)
(do do do dooo)
I wanna sail away today (do do do dooo OOOH)
Isn't any doubt (do do do dooo)
They warned us about (do do do dooo OOOH)
Hey hey hey (do do do dooo)
C'mon now Gardner McKay (do do do dooo OOOH)
I wanna sail away today
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By: Jimmy Buffett
I never got a grip on penmanship
Could never make the small "L's" flow
Seldom found the trick to arith-a-metic
Three plus two be faux, pas
But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
And I just might turn your head
I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
Close to my first claim to fame
Just give me the steal sign
And I'll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some heads
Sometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelin's show
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that's the way the story goes
(instrumental)
Now I now this Joe down in Mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the Twelve Volt Man
He don't need no charge card
Just give him a Die Hard
And he'll makes sparks fly 'round your head
Oh just ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
And I'll make sparks fly 'round your head
'Round your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head...
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By: Van Morrison
Hey where did we go
Days when the rains came
Down in a hollow
Playin' a new game
Laughin' and a runnin'
Skippin' and a jumpin'
In the misty mornin' fog
Ah with our hearts a thumpin'
Was you my brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl
Now what ever happened
Tuesday is oh so slow
Goin' down the old mine with a
Transistor radio
Standin' in a sunlit lane
Hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall
Slippin' and a slidin' yeah
All along the waterfall
It was you my brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
So hard to find my way
Now that I'm on my own
Thought about it just the other day
My, where'd the times all gone
Can't remember back then Lord
Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout
Makin' love in the green grass
Uh behind the stadium
With you my brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Yeah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Oh oh oh oh
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da Oh oh oh oh
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
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By: Jimmy Buffett
Payphones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by
Lovely dancers swayin' to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what's to be
Writing you this letter that you'll probably never see
Chorus:
But I can't help but be
Ruled by inconsistencies
Not unique just distantly in love
Tried to phone from Paris thinking things could be arranged
Me and you would rendezvous but I found your number changed
So I drove to San Remo where the crazy painter dwells
Toasted our old photograph still up there on his shelf
Chorus:
But I can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquities
Not unique just distantly in love
I can't be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I can't be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces
I heard it from a friend of ours I saw in Timber Bay
You had a new lover who had stolen you away
That could be the reason that I never got in touch
May present slight problems if he loves you half as much
Chorus:
As I who can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquities
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I can't help but be
Part of my own philosophies
Not unique just distantly in love
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