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Jimmy Buffett

Son of a Son of a Sailor

Son of a Son of a Sailor Tracks

  1. Son Of A Son Of A Sailor
    SON OF A SON OF A SAILOR
    Jimmy Buffett

    As the son of a son of a sailor,
    I went out on the sea for adventure,
    Expanding their view of the captain and crew
    Like a man just released from indenture.

    As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
    I have chalked up many a mile.
    Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
    And I've learned much from both of their styles.

    Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
    Son of a gun; load the last ton
    One step ahead of the jailer.

    Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
    You can shake the hand of the mango man
    As he greets you at the border.

    And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
    Island of the spices.
    Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
    And the rum is for all your good vices.

    Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
    Forefathers harnessed before us.
    Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
    It's a son of a gun of a chorus.

    Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
    If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
    So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
    Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.

    But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
    Son of a gun, load the last ton
    One step ahead of the jailer
    I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
    The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
    I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.

  2. Fool Button
    FOOL BUTTON
    Jimmy Buffett

    I woke up in a strange room
    That I'd never seen before
    Weird paintings on the wall
    And mirrors on the ceiling
    I bolted for the door.

    Looking for my rent-a-car
    Was the Cordoba blue or red
    Tryin' to remember where I put the keys
    Tryin' to remember what I said.

    I pushed the fool button
    My night went haywire
    I pushed the fool button
    Set my brain on fire.

    Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar
    A little three piece band playin' on the stand
    Not knowin' what lay in store
    In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
    The crowd went berserk, the band said, "What a jerk."
    As he went into a blues rampage.

    It was a fool palace
    Double knit on parade
    They pushed the fool button
    As the skinny boy played and played
    Push it, push it, push it.

    I try to make a point of protecting the innocent
    But none of them can be found
    I can happen anytime
    It can happen any place
    It can happen in your own hometown

    And if you don't believe my words
    Or think my story's true
    Get a bottle of rum and an Eskatrol
    And watch the same thing happen to you.

    We'll push the fool button
    I'll meet you in the bar
    We'll push the fool button
    Where everyone's a star.

  3. The Last Line
    THE LAST LINE
    Keith Sykes

    I've given my life for songs that I sing
    As a matter of fact, I've given everything
    But time has come to not make a sound
    Time has come to lay my burden down
    Ohhh wo, ohhh wo
    It's come from behind,
    Now is the time for the last line.

    I've managed to keep some friends on my side
    And lived through the time of rumors and lies
    But now is the time to rest my heart
    Let some other innocent fool take my part
    Ohh wo, ohh wo
    It's come from behind,
    Now is the time for the last line.

  4. Livingston Saturday Night
    LIVINGSTON SATURDAY NIGHT
    Jimmy Buffett

    You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight,
    You take a few tokes, make you feel all right,
    Rockin' and 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 a hot country band,
    Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam
    Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool,
    Hittin' on the honeys right out of high school.
    Yeah, fifteen may get you twenty,
    but that's all right,
    "Cause they're rockin and a rollin' on a
    Livingston Saturday Night

    So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band,
    Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam,
    Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg,
    Temperature is rising, better pop another keg.

    Fifteen may get you twenty, but that's all right,
    'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a
    Livingston Saturday Night.

  5. Cheeseburger In Paradise
    CHEESEBURGER IN PARADISE
    Jimmy Buffett

    Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
    Made it nearly seventy days,
    Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
    Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.

    But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
    Some kind of sensuous treat.
    Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
    But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.

    Cheeseburger in paradise.
    Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
    Not too particular, not too precise.
    I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

    I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
    Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
    Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
    Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
    For my cheeseburger in paradise.

    Verse 2:
    Heard about the old time sailor men,
    They eat the same thing again and again;
    Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
    Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.

    But times have changed for sailors these days.
    When I'm in port I get what I need;
    Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
    But that American creation on which I feed!

    Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
    Not too particular, not too precise
    I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

    I like mine with lettuce and tomato
    Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
    Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
    Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer

    For a cheeseburger in paradise
    Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
    Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
    To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
    To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
    I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

  6. Coast Of Marseilles
    COAST OF MARSEILLES
    Keith Sykes

    I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
    My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
    How good it'd be to hold you
    How good it'd be to feel like that again
    How good it'd be to feel like that again

    Would you be remembering me?
    I ask that question time and again
    The answer came and haunted me so
    I did not want to think it again
    I did not want to think it again

    You make it hard for me to forget
    I haven't stopped loving you yet

    When I left the coast of Marseilles
    I hadn't done what I'd come to do
    I spent all the money I'd saved
    And did not get over you
    I did not get over you.

  7. Cowboy In The Jungle
    COWBOY IN THE JUNGLE
    Jimmy Buffett

    There's a cowboy in the jungle
    And he looks so out of place
    With his shrimp skin boots and his cheap Cheroots
    And his skin as white as paste

    Headin' south to Paraguay
    Where the gauchos sing and shout
    Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
    Since his money all ran out
    So he hangs out with the sailors
    Might and day they're raisin' hell
    And his original destination's just another
    Story that he loves to tell.

    With no plans for the future
    He still seems in control
    From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
    He just had to learn to roll.

    Roll with the punches
    Play all of his hunches
    Made the best of whatever came his way
    What he lacked in ambition
    He made up with intuition
    Plowing straight ahead come what may.

    Steel band in the distance
    And their music floats across the bay
    While American women in muumuus
    Talk about all the things they did today
    And their husbands quack about fishing
    As they slug those rum drinks down
    Discussing who caught what
    and who sat on his butt
    But it's the only show in town.

    They're tryin' to drink all the punches
    They all may lose their lunches
    Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six says
    Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
    Plowin' straight ahead come what may.

    I don't want to live on that kind of island
    No, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.
    Too much for me, too much for me
    I've got to be where the wind and the water are free.

    Alone on a midnight passage
    I can count the falling stars
    While the Southern Cross and the satellites
    They remind me of where we are
    Spinning around in circles
    Living it day to day
    And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years
    It's still not that long a stay.

    We've gotta roll with the punches
    Learn to play all of our hunches
    Makin' the best of whatever comes your way
    Forget that blind ambition
    And learn to trust your intuition
    Plowin' straight ahead come what may.
    And there's a cowboy in the jungle.

  8. Manana
    MANANA
    Jimmy Buffett

    She said I can't go back to America soon
    It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June
    Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo stuck in their cars
    And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars.
    Customs man tell her that she's gotta leave
    She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
    Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
    And any direction he blows will be fine.

    Chorus:
    Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
    I have heard those words for so very long
    Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it
    Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong.

    Tried and I tried but I don't understand
    Never seems to work out the way I had it planned
    Hanging out at a marina when Steve Martin called
    Singin' anybody there really want to get small.

    But women and water are in short supply
    There's not enough dope for us all to get high
    I hear it gets better, that's what they say
    As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay.

    Chorus:
    Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
    I have heard your lines for so very long
    Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it
    Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song.

    Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates
    Sure was good to talk to the old United States
    While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west
    I see General Electric's still doing their best.

    I've got to head this boat south pretty soon
    New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes
    But I know that I'll get 'em, I know that they'll come
    Through the people and places and Caldwood's Rum

    Chorus:
    So please don't say manana if you don't mean it
    I have done your lines for so very long
    Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it
    Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gone
    And I hope Anita Bryant never does one of my songs.

  9. African Friend
    AFRICAN FRIEND
    Jimmy Buffett

    Disembarking at Duvalier Airport
    Seeking transportation to town
    As the purple ink dried on his passport
    He could still feel the eyes look around

    "Messieur ou est le casino?"
    He spoke to the cabbie and smiled
    The driver replied "Vieux ou noveaux?"
    As he motioned the dark man inside.

    Business in Aruba concluded
    He now had a little money to spend
    That's how I came to meet my African friend

    We were rollin' the bones several hours
    Conversing as most gamblers do
    We were calling on all of our powers
    Hoping to see the night through.

    But not approving at all of our winning
    The pit boss he tugged at his sleeve
    Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning
    When he motioned it's time we should leave.

    With our night at the tables behind us
    We were ready just to do it again
    That's when I came to know my African Friend

    But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse
    A soldier told me I' better leave
    As I stumbled to find me a taxi
    I saw a note pinned to my sleeve.

    "It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening
    It was truly our night to win
    But the authorities insist on my leaving
    Take care, my American friend."

    With my weekend at Haiti concluded
    I now had a little money to spend
    That's when I came to meet my African friend
    That's how I came to know another good friend.