Take The Weather With You

Oct 06, 2006

Bama Breeze

Lyrics

BAMA BREEZE
(JOSH KEAR/CHRIS TOMPKINS/MARK IRWIN)

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU CAN SHOOT SOME POOL DOWN THERE
YOU CAN ACT THE FOOL DOWN THERE
YOU CAN PLAY IT COOL DOWN THERE
AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU CAN DRINK SOME BEER DOWN HERE
ARGUE, LAUGH, AND CHEER DOWN THERE
PASS ANOTHER YEAR DOWN THERE

JIMMY GOT CAUGHT SMOKIN' A JOINT OUT BEHIND THE BAR
SITTIN' IN HIS CAR AND THEY TOOK HIM TO JAIL
TIP JAR PAID HIS BAIL
1984 MICK JAGGER PASSED THROUGH TOWN
BOUGHT THE HOUSE A ROUND AND SIGNED HIS NAME ON THE WALL
IN THE LADIES BATHROOM STALL

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
I TURNED 21 DOWN THERE
HAD TOO MUCH FUN DOWN THERE
STUMBLED OUT WITH THE SUN DOWN THERE

SATURDAY NIGHTS THE BOUNCER GRADY
LETS THE LADIES IN FREE WITH A FAKE ID
AND A SHORT ENOUGH SKIRT, HE FIGURES WHAT'LL IT HURT
SECOND SET THE OWNER LULU GETS UP WITH THE BAND
A BEER IN HIS HANDAND SINGS FREE BIRD SLOW
THEN SHE RAISES A TOAST, HERE'S TO RONNIE AND THE BOYS
NOW EVERYBODY MAKE SOME NOISE

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU'RE ONE OF OUR OWN DOWN THERE
YOU'LL NEVER DRINK ALONE DOWN THERE
GOOD GOD I FEEL AT HOME DOWN THERE

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU'RE ONE OF OUR OWN DOWN THERE
YOU'LL NEVER DRINK ALONE DOWN THERE
GOOD GOD I FEEL AT HOME DOWN THERE

© 2006 Sony/ATV Tues LLC, Big Purple Dog Music (ASCAP) & Create Real Music (ASCAP)
& Scrambler Music (ASCAP), a Division of Carnival Music Group. All rights on behalf of Sony/ATV Tunes LLC and Big Purple Dog Music admin by Sony/ATV Music Publishing. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Party At The End Of The World

Lyrics

Party At The End of the World
(Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough)
When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood
About to get fed to the pigs
When that preacher's bus from hell blasting just cow bell
Parks itself in front of your digs

There's a place you can go, called Tierra Del Fuego
Down in the Southern Hemisphere
It's kind of Troy without Helen, past the straits of Magellan
And things are always lookin' up down here

1st Chorus
There's a party at the end of the world
Where the locals do that tango twirl
Forget the Temples in Nepal
Cancel the fete in Montreal
There's a party at the end of the world

2nd Verse

Well it seems like I've run out of reasons to be here
So I'm just gonna steal from myself
If your attitude's appalling, there's a latitude that's calling
Get yourself past that continental shelf

Now the band that we hired is playing quite inspired
Singing eskimos and eunuchs from Bangkok
And the location's so nice, we'll never run out of ice
'Cause Antartica is just around the block

2nd Chorus
There's a party at the end of the world-end of the world
Where the the locals do that tango twirl-tango twirl
Now don't make that big mistaica
And wind up with Miss Jamaica
There's a party at the end of the world

Bridge :
Flying machines, yellow sub-a-marines
French girls in cowboy decour- - D'accord -
RSVP isn't needed you see
And they all just be screaming for more-AMOUR

Instrumental

3rd Verse
In case you haven't heard things are getting quite absurd
Nothing really shocks us that's for sure
Roadside bombers and tsunamis Oh God how I miss those Commies
No-one seems to play fair anymore

But I've spoken to the yogies and had some meetings with my roadies
Who tell that arrangements are complete
Just below the roaring forties I am going to fly some sorties
You'd best arrange that cherished window seat

3rd Chorus
To the party at the end of the world
Where the locals do the tango twirl
I don't care about - the Rapture -
When there's native girls to capture
There's a party at the end of the world

Who cares if there's no - playa -
We'll still be rockin in Ushuaia
At the party at the end
You surely must attend
The party at the end of the world

© 2006 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Little Flock Music (BMI) & Alsation Music (BMI) admin by Bug Music & Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) admin by Bluewater Music Inc.
Weather With You

Lyrics

Weather With You
Neal Finn & Tim Finn
Walking 'round the room singing
Stormy Weather
at 57 Mt. Pleasant St.
Now it's the same room but everything's different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream

Things ain't cookin' in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the Roman Empire
Couldn't conquer the blue sky

There's a small boat made of china
Going nowhere on the mantlepiece
Do I lie like a loungeroom lizard
Or do I sing like a bird released

Everywhere you go
You always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go
You always take the weather with you
Everybody's On The Phone

Lyrics

EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
(Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough)
MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE, RHYTHM OF A DRUM
SMOKE SIGNALS AND TELEGRAPHS
MADE THE AIRWAYS HUM
BUT THAT'S ALL ANCIENT HISTORY
LIKE BONGS AND LINCOLN LOGS
NO WE'RE LIVING LIKE THE JETSONS
IN A WACKY WIRELESS FOG
TALKIN' SQUAWKIN' HAWKIN'
WHO KNOWS IF ANYBODY'S GETTING' THROUGH

TOASTERS TALK TO CRACKBERRIES
BOSTON TO BOMBAY
TEENAGE SCHEMES ARE MA BELLS DREAMS
AS THE MINUTES TICK AWAY

WE ACT LIKE CRAZY PEOPLE
TALKING TO OURSELVES
CRASHING CARS FOR CONVERSATION
BUT THAT SHIT FLIES OFF THE SHELVES
THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY'S
CRAWLING LIKE AN LA TRAFFIC JAM

CHORUS
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
SO CONNECTED AND ALL ALONE
FROM THE PIZZA BOY TO SOCIALITE
WE ALL SALUTE THE SATELLITE
WON'T YOU TEXT ME WITH THE MASTER PLAN
YOU'RE LOUD AND CLEAR BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN ANALOG ROAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

DO YOU REMEMBER DIALING UP
YES, I REMEMBER WELL
NOW I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE
WITHOUT THAT SACRED CELL

I THINK THAT I MIGHT DIE IF I MISS ANYTHING AT ALL
TEXT ME, SEND ME EMAIL, LINK ME UP GIVE ME A CALL
I'M A.D.D. ON AOL AND TRYING TO READ THE WRITING
ON THE WALL

CHORUS

EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
SO CONNECTED AND ALL ALONE
FROM THE PIZZA BOY TO SOCIALITE
WE ALL SALUTE THE SATELLITE
WON'T YOU TEXT ME WITH THE MASTER PLAN
YOU'RE LOUD AND CLEAR BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN ANALOG ROAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

INSTRUMENTAL

NOW I'M A REAL JUNGLE JUMPER,
I'M A MEGAHERTZ MAN
I SWING FROM TREE TO TREE
ON THE VERY LATEST PLAN
ON THE DOWNLOAD
IN THE DROPOUT ZONES
IN EVERY MAJOR CITY CROSS THE LAND
I GOT BOB MARLEY ON MY RINGTONE
GET UP STAND UP
REACH OUT TOUCH SOMEBODY, MAN

CHORUS

EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
SO CONNECTED AND ALL ALONE
FROM THE PIZZA BOY TO SOCIALITE
WE ALL SALUTE THE SATELLITE
WON'T YOU TEXT ME WITH THE MASTER PLAN
YOU'RE LOUD AND CLEAR BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN ANALOG ROAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN AN ANALOG FOAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

© 2006 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Little Flock Music (BMI) & Alsation Music (BMI) admin by Bug Music & Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) admin by Bluewater Music Inc.
Whoop De Doo

Lyrics

Whoop De Doo
(Mark Knopfler)
If I'm over the moon
It's because I'm over you
A day at a time
And I'm tickety-boo
I don't carry on
The way I used to
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo

If I'm doing great
It's because when I get home
I don't go straight
Straight to my answer phone
And the tears don't come
The way they used to
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo

So many little things
Are so much better now
They were only the little things
anyhow

If I'm over the moon
It's because that's what i am
Funny that once
Once-I used to give a damn
And I'd do anything
In the whole wide world for you
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo

Anything
Anything you'd want me to
Whoop de doo
Whoop de doo

© 2004 Will Decide Ltd (PRS). All rights in the USA and Canada controlled and administered by Almo Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Nothin' But A Breeze

Lyrics

Nothin' But a Breeze
(Jesse Winchester)
Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smokey whiskey
Others figure tea's too strong
I'm the type of guy who likes it right down the middle
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Me I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue north

In a small suburban garden
Not a single neighbor knows our name
I know the woman wishes we could move somewhere
Where the houses aren't all the same
Jimmy I wish you would take me where the grass is greener
I really couldn't say where it may be
Somewhere high on a mountaintop
Or down by the deep blue sea

There we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothin' but a breeze

One day soon I'll be a grandpa
All the pretty girls will call me Sir
Now where they're asking me how things are
Soon they'll ask me how things were
I don't mind being a longboarding grandpa
If you will be my awesome grandma
I suggest we have a little cool conch salad
In the shade down in old Nassau

There we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothin' but a breeze

Life is just too short for some folks
For other folks it just drags on
Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila
Others figure tea's too strong
Now I'm the type of guy that likes it right down the middle
I don't like all this bouncing back and forth
Me I want to live with my feet in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue north
Me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie
And my head in the cool blue north

© 1977 WB Music Corp. (ASCAP) & Hot Kitchen Music (ASCAP).
All rights admin by WB Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Cinco De Mayo In Memphis

Lyrics

Cinco De Mayo In Memphis
(Guy Clark/Chuck Mead)
Meanwhile down on Beale Street
Drinkin' in a Beale Street Bar
There's a fog rollin' off the Mississippi
Has anybody seen Arkansas

The deckhands from the towboats
Came ashore wearin' Mexican shoes
Headed straight for Graceland
It was the first thing they wanted to do

Chorus
Cinco De Mayo in Memphis
Mariachis singin' the blues
Soul sisters huggin' senoritas
All sportin' blue suede shoes

Pork pie hats and sombreros
Hangin' on a downtown street
Swingin' pool cues at piñatas
Don't that river smell sweet

They all came to get'em some Memphis
A little somethin' for their soul
Lowriders lined up with limousines hey
They all came to rock-and-roll

Cinco De Mayo in Memphis
Mariachis singin' the blues
Southern Belles and senoritas
All sportin' blue suede shoes

Cinco De Mayo in Memphis
Mariachis singin' the blues
Soul sisters huggin' senoritas
All sportin' blue suede shoes

© 2006 EMI April Music Inc. & Pagan Idol Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music. All Rights Reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission.
Reggabilly Hill

Lyrics

REGGABILLY HILL
(Michael Garrett)
I DON'T KNOW IF I WAS DREAMIN'
I DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS REAL
EVERYTHING WAS MOVIN'
YET EVERYTHING WAS STILL

PEOPLE CAME FROM EVERYWHERE
AND NOONE FELT A CHILL
THEY LINGERED IN THE VALLEY
DOWN BY REGGABILLY HILL

THEY CAME ACROSS THE WATER
THEY CAME ACROSS THE SAND
EVERYONE WAS SINGING
OH YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD THE BAND
SONG OF ADORATION OF THE EVERLASTING WILL
GATHERED THEM TOGETHER THERE ON REGGABILLY HILL

CHORUS

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

WELL THE ONES WHO HAD IT ALL
AND THE ONES WHO MADE A NAME
WALKIN' SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE NAKED AND THE LAME
HUNGRY LITTLE CHILDREN ATE UNTIL THEY HAD THEIR FILL
THEN THEY TUMBLED IN THE CLOVER DOWN BY REGGABILLY HILL

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

ON THE TOP OF THE HILL THEY WERE DANCIN' THROUGH A FIRE
WHIRL AWAY THEIR SORROW AS THEY MOVE A LITTLE HIGHER
SLOWLY MAKIN' CIRCLES THROUGH THE PURPLE SKY UNTIL
YOU COULD BARELY SEE THEM WAVING DOWN ON REGGABILLY HILL

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

ALWAYS AND FOREVER
Elvis Presley Blues

Lyrics

Elvis Presley Blues
(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings)
I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
Day that he died

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
Day that he died

Just a country boy
That combed his hair
And he put on a shirt his Mama made and he went on the air

And he shook it like a chorus girl
And he shook it like a Harlem queen
And he shook it like a midnight rambler Baby
Like you never seen
Never seen

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
Day that he died
How he took it all out of black and white
Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight

And he shook it like a hurricane
He shook it like to make it break
And he shook it like a Holy Roller Baby
With his soul at stake
His soul at stake

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died
Day that he died
He was alone on a long decline
Thinkin' how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died

When he shook it and it rang like silver
He shook it and it shined like gold
He shook it and he beat that steam drill Baby
Well bless my soul
Bless my soul

I was thinking that night about Elvis
The day that he died

© 2001 Irving Music Inc./Say Uncle Music (BMI) &
Cracklin' Music (BMI) admin by Bug Music (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Hula Girl At Heart

Lyrics

Hula Girl at Heart
(Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough)
She owns a window to the ocean
She has a pipeline to the sky
But earthly creatures rarely notice
When Guardian Angels pass them by

Like a gecko behind a painting
With hidden wisdom to impart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's a hula girl at heart
Photographs show she is lovely
Her bare feet are a work of art
Her fragrance speaks of frangipani
Yes she's still a hula girl at heart

With her pad and watercolors
Drawing fish and butterflies
Children always seem to conjure
Images they recognize
In the land beside the ocean
Where romantics seem to dwell
Destiny can set in motion
Ripples that turn into swells
She knows how to face the music
She knows where the magic starts
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart

Songs sing slow
Days zoom by
Time can't keep her
Nor can I

She has worn a wealth of costumes
Hula skirt to wedding gown
Lived in cities walked through jungles
Always sees the sun go down

In this age of teeming tourists
Fellow travelers know her well
The darling of deserted beaches
Hides her wisdom in a shell
Her sensual and easy motion
Seems impossible to chart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart

© 2006 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Little Flock Music (BMI) &
Alsation Music (BMI), admin by Bug Music & Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) admin by Bluewater Music Inc.
Wheel Inside The Wheel

Lyrics

Wheel Inside The Wheel
(Mary Gauthier)
The parade of souls is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by
The All Stars play "When the Saints Go Marching In"
A second line forms and they wave white hankies in the wind

Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile
Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde
Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat
As the soul parade winds its way down Eternity Street

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
So, ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Mardi Gras Indians chant in the streets at sundown
Spyboy meets Spyboy, and Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown
They circle and sway in their rainbow colored feathers and beads
They prance like peacocks, children of slavery freed

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
Roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

The Krewe of the Crossbones parades into the midnight sun
They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums
While the French Quarter Queens in their high-heeled drag disguise
Sing "Over the Rainbow" 'til Judy Garland quivers and sighs

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Flambeau dancers light the walkway to Jean Pierre's
There's a party tonight and all the girls are gonna be there
Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking trash
It's a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
I said roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Yeah, roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

© 2005 Mary Gauthier Songs admin by Melanie Howard Music, Inc. (ASCAP). Used by permission. International Copyright secured. All rights reserved.
Silver Wings

Lyrics

Silver Wings
(Merle Haggard)

Silver wings shinning in the sunlight
Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight
They're taking you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight
Don't leave me I cry, don't take that airplane ride
But you locked me out of your mind left me
Standing here behind

Silver wings shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight
They're taking you away, leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight

Don't leave me I cry, don't take that airplane ride
But you locked me out of your mind left me
Standing here behind

Silver wings shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight
They're taking you away

Leaving me lonely
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight
Silver wings slowly fading out of sight

© 1978 Sony/ATV Songs LLC dba Tree Publishing. All rights administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On

Lyrics

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On
(Jimmy Buffett/Matt Betton)
I bought a cheap watch from the crazy man
Floating down Canal
It doesn't use numbers or moving hands
It always just says now
Now you may be thinking that I was had
But this watch is never wrong
And if I have trouble the warranty said
Breathe in breathe out move on

And it rained
It was nothing really new
And it blew
We've seen all that before
And it poured
The earth began to strain
Pontchartrain
Leaking through the door
Tides at war

If a hurricane doesn't leave you dead
It will make you strong
Don't try to explain just nod your head
Breathe in breathe out move on

And it rained
It was nothing really new
And it blew
We've seen all that before
And it poured
The earth began to strain
Ponchartrain
Buried the Ninth Ward
To the second floor

According to my watch the time is now
The past is dead and gone
Don't try to shake it just nod your head
Breathe in breathe out move on
Don't try to explain it just bow your head
Breathe in breathe out move on

© 2005 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Vernon Dubusque Music (BMI)
Duke's On Sunday

Lyrics

Duke's On Sunday
(Henry Kapono Ka'aihue)

People in here from all over the world
Men women little boys and girls
Gather round by the seaside
Beach party tropic style
Diamondhead and palm trees
Surf riders on the sea
This is the place to be
Oh this is the place to be
On the beach at Waikiki
That's where you'll find me
Here on the South Side
Beach boy paradise
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Music playing happy songs
Everybody's getting along
Dancing in the sunshine
Sippin' on that rose' wine
Good times will set you free
Oh this is the place to be

On the beach at Waikiki
That's where you'll find me
Here on the South Side
Beach boy's paradise
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Down in front underneath the sun
Just you and me just you and me just you and me

Feeling good feeling right
Sunset is out of sight
Another beautiful Hawaiian day
Everything's gonna be OK
Let's get together and do it again
Maybe I'll see you here next week my friend
On the beach at Waikiki
That's where you'll find me
Here on the South Side
Beach boy's paradise
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
Duke's on Sunday
© 2003 Kapono Inc. (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.

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