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
Enjoy!
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