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By: Jimmy Buffett
A rustler's daydream, thoughts of jail
Dustclouds rising, tearing down the trails
Got our plans made, to make a few bucks
Buy a spread called Rancho Deluxe
No we're not outlaws, or common thieves
Just a few aces, with cards up our sleeves
We've gotta gamble, gotta take a chance
Want to see the whole show, and not just one dance
Yeah we got to try and find a way
We're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink, we're gonna play
Just bouncin' around the mountains day to day
Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
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By: Jimmy Buffett
Well it's the same old story
Another mobile home broken up
Well I'm eatin' off of a paper plate
Drinkin' from a paper cup
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She caught me with another woman
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Well she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
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She caught me with another woman
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
Well she stole my car
And left me a nail to drive
Yeah she stole my car
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By: Jimmy Buffett
Oh I'm just a cowboy, an old hired hand
Never seen nothin' majestic or grand
I just received a great big tax return
Now I'm off to Las Vegas with money to burn
It's been a while since I last left this town
Bought a new suit and I'm Nevada bound
Gonna make it, gonna break it, I've been there before
Nothin's gone wrong, this town's such a bore
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Aw, the train leaves at seven, all go to heaven
Nothin' here to make me stay
'Cause that Las Vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin' the cows every day
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Yeah, the train leaves at seven, on up to heaven
Nothin' here to make me stay
'Cause that Las Vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin' the cows every day
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By: Jimmy Buffett
Cold blue morning, the game is done
Nobody lost and nobody won
So shuffle the cards up, play it again
Really don't matter, if we lose or still win
Yeah we gotta try and find a way
Bouncin' around the mountains day to day
Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
White men and red men, stories that we heard tell
You're so mellow from your timber wine
From your sweet grass foothills, to your timberline
Ah yeah we gotta try and find a way
Gonna laugh, we're gonna drink, we're gonna play
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By: Jimmy Buffett
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight
You take a few tokes make you feel alright
Rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night
Pickup's washed and you just got paid
With any luck at all you might even get laid
'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night
So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool
Hittin' on the honeys right outta high school
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(alright Timmy...)
Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(where's that harpoon man...)
Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
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By: Jimmy Buffett
Years grow shorter not longer
The more you've been on your own
Feeling's for moving grow stronger
So you wonder why you ever go home
Wonder why you ever go home
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By: Jimmy Buffett
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
Gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
Gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
I'm gonna sit right down and buy myself a drink
Yes and I can't remember when I slept last
I do believe I'm driving on the brink
If I get off this mighty long haul
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