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Songs From St. Somewhere

Songs From St. Somewhere Tracks

  1. Something' 'Bout A Boat
    Somethin' 'Bout A Boat
    (Django Walker/Dave Berg/Patrick Davis/Jedd Hughes/James Otto/Eric Paslay)

    Somethin 'bout a boat
    Sittin' on the sea
    Out there in the wind
    Floatin' on the free
    Take you 'round the world
    Bring you back home
    Gives a man hope
    Somethin' 'bout a boat

    Somethin' 'bout an old guitar
    And the way it still sings
    After all the smokey bars
    And the broken strings
    Played a million songs
    Broke a lot of hearts
    Made some people stars
    Somethin' 'bout an old guitar

    Ain't it crazy how somethin'
    Seems like nothin' at all
    Take a big old room
    Make it seem so small
    Seein' windows where there are walls
    Makes a whole lot of something
    Out of nothin' at all

    Somethin' 'bout your dog
    Sittin' by your side
    If you had a bad day
    She ain't gonna run and hide
    Just a-waggin' that tail
    Grinnin' that grin
    Somthin' 'bout a dog
    Makes her my best friend

    Ain't it crazy how somethin'
    Seems like nothin' at all
    Take a big old room
    Make it seem so small
    Seein' windows where there are walls
    Makes a whole lot of something
    Out of nothin' at all

    Makes a whole lot of something
    Out of nothin' at all

    Somethin' 'bout a dog
    Somethin' bout an old guitar
    Somethin' 'bout a boat
    That gives a man hope

    ©2013 Djangold Music (BMI), Downtown DLJ Songs obo Bergs Eye Music (ASCAP), EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. obo itself and Patrick Davis Music (BMI), Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./Pichi Richi Publishing (BMI) All rights admin by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./ Eldorotto Music Publishing (BMI) All rights admin by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (BMI), Cal IV Songs (ASCAP) Admin by Cal IV Entertainment LLC.

  2. Einstein Was A Surfer
    Einstein Was A Surfer
    (Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally)

    There's a photo of a genius
    Standing by the ocean
    In an pea coat and cool hat
    In 1943

    On a beach in Santa Barbara
    He's looking quite contented
    His world is only matter
    And energy

    Past the Channel Islands
    Out into the cosmos
    There are worlds in motion
    That he can only see

    He's smiling as he's thinking
    The harbor lights are blinking
    He's the smartest cookie
    Ever was, ever will be

    Einstein was a surfer
    There really is no doubt
    ‘cause the universe was his home break
    And we're still all paddlin' out

    On an iceberg off Newfoundland
    A lyric sits half-frozen
    Waiting for a comet
    To crash into the sea

    It's drifting towards the tropics
    And melting into topics
    Fills the sea with answers
    That have always worked for me

    Bass notes from the chasm
    At speeds we can't fathom
    Music is the language
    Of the near and distant stars

    Black holes humming b-flat
    Heard only by street cats
    Astronauts in orbit
    And singers in the bars

    Einstein was a sailor
    With a universal song
    His sails were tight, his course was right
    So let's just all cruise along

    Mmm mm mmm mm mmm mm mmmmmmmmmm
    Mmm mm mmm mm mmm mm mmmmmmmmmm

    Order to disorder
    It's the way we all fly
    Light speed is all you need
    To pass the future by

    There's a YouTube of a genius
    Gliding over liquid
    Sultan of the short board
    In two thousand and ten

    He looks like Valentino
    Moving like neutrinos
    To the oceans in the heavens
    Where no wave rider's been

    Einstein was a surfer
    Who found the perfect break
    Where the string of time
    Meets the final chime
    It's the path all surfers take
    Mmm mm mmm mm mmm mm mmmmmmmmmm

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), All About The Music (BMI)

  3. Earl's Dead - Cadillac For Sale
    Earl's Dead - Cadillac For Sale
    (Jimmy Buffett)

    Earl's dead - Cadillac for sale
    An Eldorado sits out on the Tamiami Trail
    Sign on the windshield tells the whole tale
    Earl's dead - Cadillac for sale

    He was a circus man when they first met
    He was fired from a cannon into a net
    The money was good he always hit the bullseye
    Savin' for the car one day he would buy

    No, he wasn't thinkin' of some average ride
    A human cannonball has a lot of pride
    If you're gonna live large you need a hydramatic
    Eldorado Biarritz for this wild acrobatic

    And Earl's is red with shark-like fins
    And that is where this little love tale begins
    The rear view mirror puts it all in scale
    Earl's dead - Cadillac for sale

    She was an Everglades girl, partly Seminole
    With the urge for goin', and a wanderin' soul
    With a name like Moonvine she knew she'd never stay
    That handsome human bullet stole her heart away

    It was a Saturday night after the midnight show
    She was starin' at the car when he said "hello"
    Didn't take too much to move her off the reservation
    Just a good lookin' boy with the right transportation

    And now Earl is wed, Moonvine's got her veil
    Towin' that cannon down the Tamiami Trail
    He's got the talent, she's got brains
    Earl and Moonvine, left the land of sugar cane

    So they drove down to Panama and back up to Maine
    Had so much fun, hell, they did it again
    Crossing cities off the map as they shot down the road
    Knowin' towin' a cannon, things could explode

    Now a Cadillac was always an Elvis thing
    Polished chrome and gold it was the birth of bling
    They came with personality they made you a star
    God may have made the earth But Man made that car

    Now all the way back to the time of James Dean
    Car crash songs chewed up heroes and machines
    Sick minds, stop signs and uncontrolled swerves
    But Earl and his Caddy could handle killer curves

    So when the big top folded, Earl took his last drive
    Moonvine kissed her boy goodbye, his exit had arrived
    She shot his ashes 'cross the Gulf from that ancient rusty gun
    Nomads know when the show is done

    And Earl's dead he's been airmailed
    And that Eldorado's waitin' on the Tamiami Trail
    For some shameless entertainer to blow in like a gale
    Earl's dead - Cadillac for sale

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)

  4. Too Drunk To Karaoke (with Toby Keith)
    Too Drunk To Karaoke
    (Shawn Camp/Pat McLaughlin/Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally)

    (Too drunk!)
    (Too drunk!)
    Last night at the bar it was karaoke night
    Yeah, everybody down there was feelin' all right
    They got big margarita pitchers, two-for-one (yum-yum)
    They were feelin' footloose and ready for some fun
    When I signed up, I was ready to go
    But they didn't call my name for an hour or so
    Damned if they didn't make me wait too long
    I was in no kind of shape to sing a Jon Bon song.

    Too drunk to karaoke
    Too drunk to karaoke
    If you keep on drinkin', you're gonna be
    Too drunk to karaoke, just like me
    Too drunk to karaoke
    Too drunk to karaoke

    Well the place got rockin', temptation was strong
    All the pretty girls were eggin' me on
    Well, I shoulda kept my flip-flops glued to the chair
    But no, I jumped right up and slicked back my hair

    Too drunk to karaoke
    Too drunk to karaoke

    Well you can sing and shout 'til you sound real good
    You can terrorize the whole damn neighborhood
    But when you hit that stage with that mic in your hand
    You better pace yourself, son, if you wanna have fans

    Too drunk to karaoke
    Too drunk to karaoke (play it, boys)

    If you ask me, hell, I killed that song
    When I looked around, everybody was gone
    'cept a couple of bouncers 'bout half my age
    They grabbed the microphone and threw me off the stage
    You're too drunk to karaoke, that's what they told me
    You're too drunk to karaoke, how can that be?
    You don't have to be good, don't have to be refined
    You just have to be a legend in your own mind
    Don't have to rehearse, or even sing on key
    Just prove that theory of drunkativity

    Too drunk to karaoke
    Too drunk to karaoke (look at me!)
    Too drunk to karaoke (just like me)
    Too drunk to karaoke...
    (that's what I'm talkin' about)

    ©2013 International Dog Music (BMI) a division of Big Yellow Dog LLC, Scamporee Music (BMI) Hammer Arm Music (BMI), Coral Reefer Music (BMI), All About The Music (BMI).

  5. Serpentine
    Serpentine
    (Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally)

    Maybe it's just age or a thousand other fears
    That took me back tonight to my early carnival years
    I can see the parade a-movin' like the source of the old gulf stream
    Oh what a lovely dream

    Adolescent lust was begging for a start
    As I side-stepped those Brothers with their sacred hearts
    Yet for those two weeks a year, it was all about sin
    Folly's chasin' death, you can count me in

    There's a flambeaux man with a gold earring
    And the cold north wind smells like kerosene
    Here comes the float of the Carnival Queen
    I want to wrap her in serpentine

    Hands up high eyes open wide
    "throw me something mister"
    That's why you ride
    Cracker Jacks with toys inside
    Real beyond our wildest dreams
    Floats and masks and a two mule team
    Some things really are
    The way they seem.

    Beads and confetti were littering the air
    When the Queen looked at me with her Ava Gardner stare
    Though tomorrow would bring ashes and penance by the ton
    Mardi Gras's where I learned to have fun

    There's a flambeaux man with a gold earring
    And the cold north wind smells like kerosene
    I'm still in love with the Carnival Queen
    I want to wrap her in serpentine
    Still want to wrap her in serpentine
    It was the devil...

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), All About The Music (BMI)

  6. Useless But Important Information
    Useless But Important Information
    (Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally)

    I've got some useless but important information
    Got a hot tip on a filly in the third
    Skyping with a pretty girl
    Who lives halfway around the world
    Won't be long 'til everybody's heard

    I have sworn and I cannot reveal my sources
    I can tell you though, that it's not Nancy Grace
    I've been forced to change my plans
    Won't be travelin' to Sudan
    My destination could be outer space.

    Where am I bound, it don't matter
    Pocket dialing halfway 'cross the nation
    What do I hear? Mindless chatter
    All this useless and important information.

    There are camera crews for blocks outside her trailer
    The whole thing's going viral as we sing
    Are they fake or are they real
    Looks like her boyfriend cut a deal
    She'll be Dancing With The Stars before the spring

    You see, she spent her whole Katrina check on implants
    Crisis over destiny fulfilled
    Blue tarp or silicone
    Either way the money's gone
    I guess there's more than one way to rebuild

    Who really cares? Trillions twitter
    I can't comprehend the titillation
    Breakin' news, world's in the shitter
    Covering useless and important information.

    Gold starts out in the ground 'til very clever men
    Dig it up, then weigh it, then they bury it again
    Mostly comes from Africa and ends up in Fort Knox
    Only gets its value from the guards and chains and locks

    Pretty rocks

    Where am I bound, it don't matter
    Pocket dialing halfway 'cross the nation
    What do I hear? Mindless chatter
    All this useless and important information.

    Where am I bound, it don't matter
    Whole world's now viewed with car wreck fascination
    If I were you I'd just keep driving
    Past all this useless and important information

    All this useless and important information...
    Useless...
    Important...
    Useless...
    Totally useless...
    Important...

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), All About The Music (BMI)

  7. I Want To Go Back To Cartagena
    I Want To Go Back To Cartagena
    (Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough/Mac McAnally)

    I want to go back to Cartagena
    I want to sail to the south right away
    I need to hear vallenatos a la Victrola
    Time if you haven't noticed is
    Still wasting away

    I want to get lost in old Habana
    I long to walk down the wide Malecon
    Quiero hablar con los pescadores
    Y oler las flores
    And drive in a '56 Caddy right into the dawn

    What am I doin'? Deja vu'in'
    Still singing and swearing
    And wearing my traveling clothes
    What am I sayin'? Can't imagine not playin'
    Just show me the way to the bar and
    A nomad who knows

    I have to get back to Ushuaia
    The southern constellations
    Are calling to me
    I need to dance a midnight tango
    Hear some Django
    There's a boat waiting there
    Bound for the far Tasman Sea

    I want to go back to Cayo Hueso
    Back where they sing the sun into the sea
    I want to dance with circus gypsies
    Talk with hippies
    Where the past and the future
    Still walk down that same sandy street
    The importance of elsewhere
    Is still that important to me

    Yes, the importance of elsewhere
    Is still so important to me

    I want to go back to Cartagena

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), Little Flock Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI), Alsation Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI), Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) Admin by Bluewater Music Services Corp., All About The Music (BMI).

  8. Soulfully
    Soulfully
    (Will Kimbrough)

    You give me all you've got and that's a lot
    Yes I understand that I'm a lucky man
    To have you in my life
    You make me feel so free
    Soulfully

    I know you can be tough, but just enough
    Yes, you're tender too, you know just what to do
    To give me what I need
    Soulfully

    Soulfully - with smiles and laughter
    Soulfully - with words so kind
    Soulfully - here ever after
    Soulfully - say you'll be mine

    I send a little prayer, way up there
    A prayer of gratitude
    To give my thanks for you
    And all the love you bring
    Soulfully

    Soulfully - with smiles and laughter
    Soulfully - with words so kind
    Soulfully - here ever after
    Soulfully - and you are mine

    I'll never be alone, I'm at home
    Wrapped up in your arms
    Your loving charms
    Kisses oh so sweet that you give to me
    Soulfully

    Soulfully - with smiles and laughter
    Soulfully - words so kind
    Soulfully - here ever after
    Soulfully - say you'll be mine

    ©2013 Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) Admin by Bluewater Music Services Corp.

  9. Rue De La Guitare
    Rue De La Guitare
    (Jimmy Buffett)

    A Sunday off in Gay Paree
    I was bound for the sacred street
    God's the draw up on Montmartre
    But not Rue de la Guitare
    Ne pas Rue de la Guitare

    Like melodies that never fade
    B-girls perform their masquerades
    Pigale is still a strange bazaar
    Down on Rue de la Guitare
    Rue de la Guitare
    Windows filled with long lost dreams
    Unfinished songs on rusty strings
    From Nazareth across the sea
    She'd somehow caught up with me
    Her fait accompli

    I read the wood and felt the scars
    They spoke of nights in smoky bars
    How many songs, how many beers
    Had caused her journey here

    A toast to those who love to hear
    A D-18 played Lightfoot clear
    Music still lives in the shops and bars
    Along Rue de la Guitare
    Rue de la Guitare
    Now over here, people say
    "comment ca va, Monsieur Buffett
    Un verre de vin, une chanson a jouer"
    Vive Rue de la Guitare

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)

  10. I'm No Russian
    I'm No Russian
    (Jimmy Buffett)

    I'm no Russian
    Not even Prussian
    Doorman at the yacht club
    Was my one claim to fame

    Some say I'm nervy
    Hell, I'm from Jersey
    This chasin' money
    Can do things to your brain

    How does a shore boy like me
    Wind up out on the Black Sea

    Dropped out of Harvard
    Then joined the Coast Guard
    Manned a faithful 50
    On a boat in Gitmo

    Did my duty
    But missed the boo-tay
    I heard that St. Barth
    Was the place I should go

    How could a coastie like me
    Sail off into infamy

    I couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar
    All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car
    My million dollar joy ride was not the perfect crime
    And those bad boys from Little Odessa
    Don't believe in wasting time

    A Lamborghini Elemento
    Ain't your average island car
    "park it close" the driver told me
    Sounding like some kind of czar
    With a bucket of Cristal
    And devil weed inside
    I thought it would be crazy
    Not to take a ride

    Flying through Gustavia
    Passing Mini Mokes
    Gendarmes at the roundabout
    Didn't get the joke
    Speeding down the hill
    Like a Dassault Mirage
    Parked it on the runway
    And headed for la plage

    Bar on fire
    Din of desire
    Dancing on a table
    She was waving me in

    Her name was Kira
    She knew no fear-a
    Then introduced me to
    Her vampirish friends

    I'd never seen such a girl
    Was she from some future world?

    Over thousand dollar vodka and kilos of caviar
    I told them how I'd commandeered the oligarch's car
    They were laughing, speaking Russian and getting over served
    When Kira looked at me and said
    "Could you take us round some curves?"

    A chick drone strike
    Is a lethal attack
    You never see it comin'
    And you can't fight back
    They feel entitled to all access
    From clubs to army camp-as
    If you don't believe it
    Ask those generals down in Tampa

    The KGB and coppers
    Soon joined in the chase
    Spectators lined the roads
    Like a grand prix race
    Dropped the girls at Ti St. Barth
    To get them out of the commotion
    Then I missed the curve at Toiny And drove into the ocean

    Underwater
    My world is sinking
    Will I wind up like Pussy Riot
    That's what I'm thinking?

    Feeling foolish
    My fate's a mystery
    Don't want polonium
    Rolled up in my sushi

    Oh baby Jesus come through
    I am in need of rescue

    Now we can't leave this white boy
    Drowning in the dark
    What the hell was he thinkin'?
    You don't fuck around with sharks
    Turns out the lovely Kira
    Held a most important tool
    It was her daddy's Lamborghini
    And she saved that crazy fool

    No he couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar
    They made an artificial reef out of the oligarch's car
    It was Kira lovely Kira who got him off the hook
    Then they took her yacht to Istanbul
    Just to take a look

    No, I couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar
    All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car
    My million dollar joy ride, was not the perfect crime
    but I'm not dead, still have my head
    This margarita needs more lime

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)

  11. Tides
    Tides
    (Jimmy Buffett/Roger Guth)

    Every sailor's son
    Is taught when they are young
    That the pull of the moon lingers on
    Something we can't escape
    From Bimini 'round the Cape
    Mix in the wind and the sea and sing along

    To whom it may concern
    I've always tried to learn
    That the good days need to last
    Seasoned with a lot of laughter
    Here and in the ever after
    With poetry and painters from my past

    So I follow the tides
    On currents far and wide
    Chalking up the stories and the miles
    Yes I follow the tides
    Big blue rides
    And that's the reason I will never lose my smile

    Hoping to catch a wave
    Looking to misbehave
    As my lucky stars still shine above the sea
    Watching the ships roll in
    I'll play that Otis song again
    For the tourists and some mermaids by the sea

    And I follow the tides
    Down my songlines far and wide
    The world to me should still be free and wild
    Yes I follow the tides
    Give me more big blue rides
    And that's the reason I will never lose my smile

    Every sailor's son
    Is taught when they are young
    That the pull of the moon lingers on
    Something we can't escape
    Is it salt water or just fate
    Mix in the wind and the sea and sing along

    And we'll follow the tides
    Down our songlines far and wide
    It seems to me my life's still free and wild
    Yes we'll follow the tides
    Give us more big blue rides
    And that's the reason I will never lose my smile

    And that's the reason you should never lose your smile

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), Alsation Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI)

  12. The Rocket That Grandpa Rode
    The Rocket That Grandpa Rode
    (Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally/Will Kimbrough/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth)

    There's an old Gypsy Moth
    Made of glue and cloth
    That lands in a horse filled field
    An unusual event for those palomino gents
    Who just stared at their future revealed

    Why oh why oh?
    Did he fly out of Ohio
    Before we knew that genes held the code
    But taking to wing, is a haunting, taunting thing
    Just like that rocket Grandpa rode

    Yeah, it was the rocket that Grandpa rode
    Sounds like braggin' but it's true
    I'm not tryin' to big time you
    Shot up into space and he said look out down below
    Gotta love that rocket that Grandpa rode

    And the kids turned to flying machines
    With their arms open wide like wings
    But one solitary boy knows a plane is not a toy
    I'm talkin' 'bout The Man on the Moon

    I still remember July '69
    We all got to stay home from school
    In stark black and white we followed the flight
    And the whole world was in that capsule

    Oh, on the rocket that Grandpa rode
    Sounds like braggin' but it's true
    I'm not tryin' to big time you
    Oh what a flight you'd better look out down below
    Yeah, that's the rocket that Grandpa rode

    Spacemen and women on this bus
    An obese driver I don't trust
    We're goin' to watch the shuttle fly away - last day
    And for some kids behind my seat
    There's a very special treat
    More than just history on display

    Giant nozzles, bolts and beams
    They called her Atlas by all means
    Blood, sweat and tears were her payload
    She was a stairway to heaven
    Old Apollo Eleven
    The rocket ship their Grandpa drove

    Yeah on the rocket that Grandpa rode
    Sounds like braggin' but it's true
    I'm not tryin' to big time you
    Rising up from that lagoon, we beat those Commies to the moon
    Yeah on the rocket their Grandpa rode
    Yeah on the rocket their Grandpa drove

    Thank you Neil
    Thank you NASA
    Thank you Captain Kirk and Mr Spock... and Scotty and Lieutenant Uhura and Chekov...

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), All About The Music (BMI), Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) Admin by Bluewater Music Services Corp., Little Flock Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI), Alsation Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI).

  13. I Wave Bye Bye
    I Wave Bye Bye
    (Jesse Winchester)

    Just outside the harbor
    All the ships asleep
    Maybe one cold watchman
    Walks a lonely beat
    And way out on the water
    A ship is under sail
    Leaving wavy starlight
    And a dreamer in her trail

    I wave bye bye
    I pray Godspeed
    I wish you lovely weather
    More luck than you'll need
    You'll only sail in circles
    So there's no need to cry
    Oh, I'll see you again one day
    And then I waved bye bye

    A sailing ship reminds me
    Of a certain girl
    Who left a certain dreamer
    To sail into her world
    I've very friendly postcards
    From very far away
    But they just remind me
    Of a certain day

    When I waved bye bye
    I prayed Godspeed
    I wished you lovely weather
    More luck than you'll need
    We only sail in circles
    So there's no need to cry
    Yes, I'll see you again one day
    And then I'll wave bye bye

    ©1999 Musique Chanteclair, Inc. (ASCAP) Admin by Bughouse (ASCAP)

  14. Colour Of The Sun
    Colour Of The Sun
    (Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth)

    Touching down the highwire clown
    Balances dreams that he's chosen
    Northern lights, all draped around
    Melting a stream that was frozen

    Bicycles with rusted wheels
    A frame in need of adjusting
    Red sky night that Fred Neil feels
    Back when the Grove wasn't bustling

    The working tide will come around again
    A serenade lies waiting in the wind

    For all your worldly treasures
    There's nothing to be won
    Nothing left to measure
    Just you and me and the colour of the sun

    Wide-eyed child wonders how
    The sky connects to the ocean
    Spinning fast then as now
    She's unaware of the motion

    Wise men and the fools keep takin' turns
    Every day more bridges seem to burn

    With all your vaults of treasure
    Would you trade them for some fun
    What's the price of pleasure
    Just you and me

    You can add subtract divide or multiply
    Watch the particles collide
    And trust the stars up in the sky

    Sand dunes gone, snatched by a storm
    Are the Poles really shifting?
    Gypsy rains wash o'er the plains
    Wood and dreams are still drifting

    The best of times can still somehow be found
    Even the worst of beaches
    Will never let you down

    For all your worldly treasures
    For your battles lost and won
    Nothing left to measure
    Just you and me, and the colour of the sun

    Colour of the sun

    ©2013 Coral Reefer Music (BMI), All About The Music (BMI), Little Flock Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI), Alsation Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music (BMI)

  15. Oldest Surfer On The Beach
    Oldest Surfer On The Beach
    (Mark Knopfler)

    The sun's dropping out of the picture
    Soon be time to move
    Hasn't been a real big day
    But I don't have a thing to prove
    I've still got the old Noserider
    I still surf old style
    I'll go on out beyond the breakers
    Sit alone and rest awhile

    There's nothing that I want to do
    No place I'm trying to reach
    Only time is now more precious to
    The oldest surfer on the beach
    The oldest surfer on the beach

    I stopped searching for perfection
    Many waves ago
    What really matters is the here and now
    And that's about all I know
    Gonna catch me a big old roller
    Sun setting on the sea
    Riding in on her glassy shoulder
    The water going gray like me

    There's nothing that I want to do
    No place I'm trying to reach
    Only time is now more precious to
    The oldest surfer on the beach
    Oldest surfer on the beach

    The oldest surfer on the beach
    The oldest surfer on the beach

    ©2013 Will D. Side Ltd. (PRS) administered in the U.S./Canada by Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP/SOCAN)

  16. I Want To Go Back To Cartagena (with Fanny Lu) - Spanish
    I Want To Go Back To Cartagena (with Fanny Lu) - Spanish
    (Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough/Mac McAnally)

    I want to go back to Cartagena
    I want to sail to the south right away
    I need to hear vallenatos a la Victrola
    Time if you haven't noticed is
    Still wasting away

    I want to get lost in old Habana
    I long to walk down the wide Malecon
    Quiero hablar con los pescadores
    Y oler las flores
    And drive in a '56 Caddy right into the dawn

    What am I doin'? Deja vu'in'
    Still singing and swearing
    And wearing my traveling clothes
    What am I sayin'? Can't imagine not playin'
    Just show me the way to the bar and
    A nomad who knows

    I have to get back to Ushuaia
    The southern constellations
    Are calling to me
    I need to dance a midnight tango
    Hear some Django
    There's a boat waiting there
    Bound for the far Tasman Sea

    I want to go back to Cayo Hueso
    Back where they sing the sun into the sea
    I want to dance with circus gypsies
    Talk with hippies
    Where the past and the future
    Still walk down that same sandy street
    The importance of elsewhere
    Is still that important to me

    Yes, the importance of elsewhere
    Is still so important to me

    I want to go back to Cartagena

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