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Havana daydreamin album Jimmy Buffett
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Hall.# (please see -Disclaimer- statement at end of document --) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------#@SONG: Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street#By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman[1975] Chorus:There's a [G]woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street[D]Stoppin' every man that she does meetSayin' [C]if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweetI'll show you my place on Caro[Am]line [G]StreetShe [G]claimed in a loud [D]voice to be a [C]dancerBut [G]I don't think she's [D]cut a rug in [C]years[G]Listens to the [D]jukebox for her [C]answersS[G]lowly guzzles [D]twenty-five cent [C]beersTalks about the men she's known and then someShe's seen them in her dreams and on the streetShe slides her dapper legs from beneath the tableAs if to reveal some kind of treat(Repeat chorus)Her lover left her stranded in JamaicaJust right now she can't recall his namePerceiving she's the center of attentionAnd all the lurking eyes they look the sameWeather's got the shrimpers in a frenzyThey're horny and don't need a good excuseSomeone yells and things just start eruptingAnd in a flash all hell has broken loose(Repeat chorus)(guitar solo)When I woke up and looked around the barroomShe was gone and I was black and blueSo be careful when you go to swing your partnerSomeone just might take a swing at you(Repeat chorus twice and fade)-------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love JesusMy Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love JesusBy: Jimmy Buffett[1975] Intro: Em A7 D G Em A7 D GChorus:My [G]head hurts, my feet[A7] stink, and I [C]don't love [G]JesusIt's that kind of [A7]mornin'Really [C]was that kind of n[D]ight[C]Tryin' to tell myself that my con[G]dition [B7]is im[Em]provin'And if [A7]I don't die by Thursday I'll be [C]roarin' [D]Friday [G]nightWent down to the [D]snake pitTo drink a little [G]beerListen to the [D]jukeboxMerle was comin' in [G]clear[Em]All of a sudden I wasn't alone[A7]Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones[D]Duval Street was rockin'My eyes they starting poppin'Because [Em]there she sat at the corner of the barAs I [A7]broke another string on my ol' guitar[D]Someone call a cab[D7]Lady won'tcha pay my tabChorus:And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love JesusIt's that kinda mornin'Really was that kinda nightTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday nightGotta get a little orange juiceAnd a Darvon for my headI can't spend all dayBaby layin' in the bedI'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milkCan't spend my life in yer sheets of silkI've got to find my wayCrawl out and greet the dayChorus:But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love JesusIt's that kinda mornin'Really was that kinda nightTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday nightLet me tell ya, I be [C]roarin' [D]Friday [G]nightI mean I'll be [C]roarin' [D]Friday [G]night--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: The Captain and The Kid@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)The Captain and The KidBy: Jimmy Buffett1970[D] I never used to [G]miss the chance[D] To climb upon his [G]knee[D] And listen to the [G]many tales[E7] Of life upon the [A]sea[F#m] We'd go sailing back on [G]barkentines[F#m] And talk of things he [G]did[F#m] Tomorrow's just a [G]day awayFor the [E7]captain[A] and the [D]kidHis world had gone from sailing shipsTo raking mom's back yardHe never could adjust to landAlthough he tried so hardWe both were growing older thenAnd wiser with our yearsThat's when I came to understandThe course his heart still steersHe died about a month agoWhile winter filled the airAnd though I cried I was so proudTo love a man so rareHe's somewhere on the ocean nowThe place he ought to beWith one hand on the starboard railHe's waving back at me(Repeat first verse)For the [E7]captain [A] and this [D]kid------------------------------------------------------Chord diagrams: F#m - |244222| E7 - |o2o1oo|------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Big Rig@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)Big RigBy: Greg Taylor[1975] If[E] I was a road dog babyAnd all a' my songs were trueReckon I'd like my whiskey drinkin'A whole lot more than I do[A]But I don't know about the good life babyNot so sure it's for meI'd[E] much rather be home rollin' with youThan watchin' Tom Snyder on TVChorus:[E]I wish I was a [A]big rig[E]Rollin' on home to youI wish I was a [A]big rigA [B]big rig baby[A]Rollin' on home to[E] youNow I been to lots a' partiesSpent my whole life in a barThere's a whole lotta good lookin' women out thereWho think I am a starDrinkin' and a snortin'Ain't really where I amIf I had my own two waysI'd be rollin' home to Alabam'I wish I was a big rigRollin' on home to youI wish I was a big rigA big rig babyRollin' on home to youSpoken: "Ah, go Fingers, yeah!"Now some day I'll be betterMy ramblin' days'll be throughI won't have any more gigs to playI'll be back home there with youBut meanwhile, wait a minuteWhat's that thing I seeIt's a good lookin' blonde with a bottle of scotchAnd she wants to go home with meChorus:She's lookin' like a big rigRollin' on home to youI wish I was a big rigA big rig babyRollin' on home to youYeah I wish I was a big rigRollin' on home to youWish I was a big rigA big rig babyRollin' on home to youSpoken:"Yeah I'll be home in a few days baby""Have I been good?""I've been GREAT!""Whoa!"--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Defying Gravity@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)Defying GravityBy: Jimmy Buffett[1976] Intro: E B7 EI [E]live on a big, round [B7]ballI never do dream I may [E]fallAnd even one day if I [B7]doWell, I'll jump up and smile back at [E]youI don't even know where we areThey tell me we're circlin' a starWell I'll take their word, I don't knowBut I'm dizzy so it may be so(INSTRUMENTAL)I'm riding a big, round ballI never do dream I may fallAnd even the high must lay lowBut when I do fall, I will be glad to goYes, when I do fall I will be glad to go--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Havana Daydreamin'@CHORDS: (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)/(mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)Havana Daydreamin'By: Jimmy Buffett[1975] *The intro and first part of the verses can be done*by moving an A fingering up to the 7th and 9th frets* See notes below...Intro: A D E D[A]Stashed his [D]trash in [E]Ecua-[D]dor[A]Bought a good [D]suit of c[E]lothes[A]Flew on[D] up to [E]Mexi-[D]co, [A] standin' [D]by the s[E]hore[D]Waitin' for some mystery man to pay him for his timeBut thinkin' 'bout all the money he'd madeCouldn't help to ease his [A]mindHavana day[E]dreamin', boy he's just [D]dreamin' his life a[A]wayDaddy chopped that sugarcaneOne day he fell deadJesus had a wanderin' feelin'Swimmin' around in his headSailin' on a midnight boat,There were no questions askedWater's so green and the air was so cleanHe just stuck right to his taskHavana daydreamin', oh he's just schemin'His life away(INSTRUMENTAL)Ceiling fan stirs the airCigar smoke did swirlFragrance on the pillowcaseAnd he thinks about the girlSpillin' wine and sharin' good timesShe sure could make him smileHe pays her well, but what the hellHe'll be movin' in a little whileHavana daydreamin', oh he'll be dreamin'His life away-------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Cliches@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)ClichesBy: Jimmy Buffett[1975] [E]She's got a ballpark figure[A]He's got a ballpoint [E]penThey [A]travel around for [E]weeks at a time[B]Writin' down descriptions of the [A]places they [B]been[E]She plays guitar but nothin' fancy[A]With no intention of becomin' a [E]star[A]Only thing that's botherin' [E]him these daysIs [B]where he's gonna find a good [A]ten-cent [B]cigarChorus:[A]Cli-[E]ches[A]Good [E]ways[B]To say what you meanMean what you [E]sayShe never did make her debutHe never made it to classShe's eighty-sixed from the Chart RoomHe's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real fastThey're funny when they get to rockin'Goin' out for a night on the townTakin' Polaroid pictures that are never in focusJust to look at when they finally slow downChorus:Full moonSo soonWishin' every month of the year could be JuneHe's always tuned into Star TrekShe's always tuned into himHidin' his cookies when he gets the munchiesTryin' hard just to keep the boy slimTonight they're gonna go star gazin'An' try to figure out which one they're nearBut try as they might I don't think they'll reach the heightYou know you can't get there from hereChorus:Full moonSo soonWishin' every month of the year could be JuneClichesGood waysTo say what you meanMean what you sayTo say what you meanMean what you say--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Something So Feminine About A MandolinSomething So Feminine About A MandolinBy: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol Buffett[1975] [E]It was late in the evenin', just a [A]few of us [E]pickin'But the [A]lady she [E]played so [A]easy and [B]fineAnd the c[E]hords that she strummed were so t[A]astefully c[E]leverThey [F#m]planted this [Abm]song in [F#m]my [Em]mindChorus:'Cause there's somethin' so feminine [A]about a [E]mandolinThe [A]way that they [E]feel, the [A]way that they [B]ringJust to [E]see slender fingers, [A]movin' so quickly[F#m]Made this [Abm]boy want [F#m]to [E]singAnd when I get older and I have a daughterI'll teach her to sing and play her my songsAnd I'll tell her some stories I can barely rememberAnd hope that she will sing alongAnd maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin''Cause when that bug bites you, you live with the stingAnd if she could just strum a few simple measuresShe could make some young man sing'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolinWay that they feel, the way that they ringAnd that evenin' in a pasture somewhere near AustinThat mandolin made me singHer mandolin made me sing---------------------------------------Chord diagrams:Abm - |466444| F#m - |244222|--------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: Kick It In Second WindKick It In Second WindBy: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol[E7]One o'clock in mornin'[A]People pilin' in thru the [E7]door[A7]Drinks are still comin' and [E]I'm barely hummin'And the au[D]dience is screamin' for [B7]moreSomebody's locked in the bathroomManager can't find the keyI pay that man but from where I standIt's lookin' like the prisoner is meChorus:So won'tcha [A]kick it in now [E]second windWe got two more hours to g[D]oIs there [A]any more hope of scorin' [E]any more cokeAnd we [B7]still gotta do another [A]showMy mind started to wanderIn the middle of my second songDreamin' I was at sea just my baby and meWhen the words started comin' out wrongWaitresses are pickin' up glassesThe bartenders scream last callWhen I looked to my right I saw a terrible sightAs the bass man took a bad fallChorus:So won'tcha kick it in now second windWe got two more hours to goLosin' any more hope of scorin' any more cokeAnd we still gotta do another show(Organ instrumental)It's three o'clock in the mornin'Runnin' on adrenalinWhat I'm tryin' to say is that tomorrow's todayAnd we got to do it over againChorus:So won'tcha kick it in now second windWe got two more hours to goLosin' any more hope of scorin' any more cokeAnd we still gotta do another showCoda:Got to do another [E]show[D] I got to, [A] do another [E]show[D] Got to, [A] do another [E]show[D] Got to, [A] do another [E]show,...--------------------------------------------------------------------@SONG: This Hotel Room@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)This Hotel RoomBy: Jimmy Buffett[1976] This [C]hotel room's got a lot of stuffA laundry bag and a [G]shoeshine [C]clothThirty-two hangers and a touchtone phoneWith a light that comes on when [G]I ain't [C]home[F]I ain't home, [C]I ain't homeYou better leave a message, 'cause [G]I ain't [C]homeBreak: F C G CThey got an air conditioner for when I'm hotA radiator for when I'm notTwo big chairs sittin' side-by-sideWith a Holy Bible and a TV GuideTV Guide, TV Guide, great God almighty, it's a TV GuideI got a second-story view from curb to curbI got a sign that reads, "Do Not Disturb"A monogrammed towel and bucket of iceA chest of drawers and mirror that liesMirror that lies, mirror that liesThat couldn't be me in the gorilla disguiseThey got a room service menu for food and drinkA porcelain throne and an aluminium sinkTwo big pillows to rest my headA Magic Fingers and a king-sized bedPut in a quarter, turn out the lightMagic Fingers makes you feel alrightFeel alright, feel alrightMagic Fingers makes you feel alrightThis old hotel's alright with meThey pay the postage if you lose the keyThis hotel room's got a lot of stuffBut I do believe I've had enoughCall my baby said don't you poutI'm packin' my bags and I'm checkin' outJust as soon as you hang up the telephoneStick a candle in the window, I'm comin' homeComin' home, comin' homeStick a candle in the window I'm comin' homeWhoa, comin' home, comin' homeStick a candle in the window I'm comin' homeSpoken: "Thank you boys"-------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------********************************************************************--------------------------------------------------------------------Disclaimer -(please read)-:These chord arrangments were created for private use. 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