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@ALBUM: Havana Daydreamin'
@SONG: Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street
Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street
By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman
1975

Chorus:
               G
     There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
     D
     Stoppin' every man that she does meet
            C
     Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
                                   Am   G
     I'll show you my place on Caroline Street

    G                 D             C
She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
    G                   D            C
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
G              D               C
Listens to the jukebox for her answers
 G             D                C
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers

Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat

(Repeat chorus)

Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
Just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she's the center of attention
And all the lurking eyes they look the same

Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
And in a flash all hell has broken loose

(Repeat chorus)
(guitar solo)

When I woke up and looked around the barroom
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner
Someone just might take a swing at you

(Repeat chorus twice and fade)

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@SONG: My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus
My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975

Intro:  Em  A7  D  G  Em  A7  D  G

Chorus:
        G                  A7            C          G
     My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
                       A7
     It's that kind of mornin'
            C                 D
     Really was that kind of night
     C                                G      B7   Em
     Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
            A7                              C       D      G
     And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

                 D
Went down to the snake pit
                  G
To drink a little beer
              D
Listen to the jukebox
                    G
Merle was comin' in 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'
        Em
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar
     A7
As I broke another string on my ol' guitar
D
Someone call a cab
D7
Lady won'tcha pay my tab

Chorus:
     And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
     It's that kinda mornin'
     Really was that kinda night
     Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
     And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

Gotta get a little orange juice
And a Darvon for my head
I can't spend all day
Baby layin' in the bed
I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk
Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day

Chorus:
     But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
     It's that kinda mornin'
     Really was that kinda night
     Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
     And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
                     C       D      G
Let me tell ya, I be roarin' Friday night
               C       D      G
I mean I'll be roarin' Friday night

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@SONG: The Captain and The Kid
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
The Captain and The Kid
By: Jimmy Buffett
1970

D                  G
   I never used to miss the chance
D                    G
   To climb upon his knee
D                    G
   And listen to the many tales
E7                  A
   Of life upon the sea
F#m                        G
   We'd go sailing back on barkentines
F#m                      G
   And talk of things he did
F#m                  G
   Tomorrow's just a day away
           E7     A         D
   For the captain  and the kid

His world had gone from sailing ships
To raking mom's back yard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard
We both were growing older then
And wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steers

He died about a month ago
While winter filled the air
And though I cried I was so proud
To love a man so rare
He's somewhere on the ocean now
The place he ought to be
With one hand on the starboard rail
He's waving back at me

(Repeat first verse)
        E7       A           D
For the captain     and this kid

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Chord diagrams:     F#m - |244222|   E7 - |o2o1oo|
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@SONG: Big Rig
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Big Rig
By: Greg Taylor
1975

  E
If I was a road dog baby

And all a' my songs were true

Reckon I'd like my whiskey drinkin'

A whole lot more than I do
A
But I don't know about the good life baby

Not so sure it's for me
   E
I'd much rather be home rollin' with you

Than watchin' Tom Snyder on TV

Chorus:
     E              A
     I wish I was a big rig
     E
     Rollin' on home to you
                    A
     I wish I was a big rig
       B
     A big rig baby
     A                 E
     Rollin' on home to you

Now I been to lots a' parties
Spent my whole life in a bar
There's a whole lotta good lookin' women out there
Who think I am a star

Drinkin' and a snortin'
Ain't really where I am
If I had my own two ways
I'd be rollin' home to Alabam'

I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you

Spoken:  "Ah, go Fingers, yeah!"

Now some day I'll be better
My ramblin' days'll be through
I won't have any more gigs to play
I'll be back home there with you

But meanwhile, wait a minute
What's that thing I see
It's a good lookin' blonde with a bottle of scotch
And she wants to go home with me

Chorus:
     She's lookin' like a big rig
     Rollin' on home to you
     I wish I was a big rig
     A big rig baby
     Rollin' on home to you

     Yeah I wish I was a big rig
     Rollin' on home to you
     Wish I was a big rig
     A big rig baby
     Rollin' on home to you

Spoken:
"Yeah I'll be home in a few days baby"
"Have I been good?"
"I've been GREAT!"
"Whoa!"
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@SONG: Defying Gravity
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)
Defying Gravity
By: Jimmy Buffett
1976

Intro:  E  B7   E
  E                    B7
I live on a big, round ball
                       E
I never do dream I may fall
                      B7
And even one day if I do
                                     E
Well, I'll jump up and smile back at you

I don't even know where we are
They tell me we're circlin' a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so

(INSTRUMENTAL)

I'm riding a big, round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low
But when I do fall, I will be glad to go
Yes, when I do fall I will be glad to go

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@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           D        E    D
Stashed his trash in Ecua-dor
A             D        E      A
Bought a good suit of clothes

A      D      E    D   A         D       E     A
Flew on up to Mexi-co,  standin' by the shore
D
Waitin' for some mystery man to pay him for his time

But thinkin' 'bout all the money he'd made
                          A
Couldn't help to ease his mind
          E                       D                  A   D  E  D
Havana daydreamin', boy he's just dreamin' his life away

Daddy chopped that sugarcane
One day he fell dead
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin' around in his head
Sailin' on a midnight boat,
There were no questions asked
Water's so green and the air was so clean
He just stuck right to his task
Havana daydreamin', oh he's just schemin'
His life away

(INSTRUMENTAL)

Ceiling fan stirs the air
Cigar smoke did swirl
Fragrance on the pillowcase
And he thinks about the girl
Spillin' wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile
He pays her well, but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while
Havana daydreamin', oh he'll be dreamin'
His life away

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@SONG: Cliches
@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)
Cliches
By: Jimmy Buffett
1975

E
She's got a ballpark figure
A                    E
He's got a ballpoint pen
     A                 E
They travel around for weeks at a time
B                                A           B
Writin' down descriptions of the places they been
E
She plays guitar but nothin' fancy
A                               E
With no intention of becomin' a star
A                           E
Only thing that's botherin' him these days
   B                            A        B
Is where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar

Chorus:
     A   E
     Cli-ches
     A    E
     Good ways
     B
     To say what you mean
                   E
     Mean what you say

She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
She's eighty-sixed from the Chart Room
He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real fast

They're funny when they get to rockin'
Goin' out for a night on the town
Takin' Polaroid pictures that are never in focus
Just to look at when they finally slow down

Chorus:
     Full moon
     So soon
     Wishin' every month of the year could be June

He's always tuned into Star Trek
She's always tuned into him
Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies
Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim

Tonight they're gonna go star gazin'
An' try to figure out which one they're near
But try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height
You know you can't get there from here

Chorus:
     Full moon
     So soon
     Wishin' every month of the year could be June

     Cliches
     Good ways
     To say what you mean
     Mean what you say
     To say what you mean
     Mean what you say

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@SONG: Something So Feminine About A Mandolin
Something So Feminine About A Mandolin
By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol Buffett
1975

E                                  A         E
It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
        A        E         A        B    E  B
But the lady she played so easy and fine
         E                                A          E
And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
     F#m          Abm     F#m  Em
They planted this song in my   mind

Chorus:
                                          A       E
     'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
         A             E         A             B    E  B
     The way that they feel, the way that they ring
             E                    A
     Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
     F#m       Abm      F#m  E
     Made this boy want to   sing


And when I get older and I have a daughter
I'll teach her to sing and play her my songs
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along

And maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin'
'Cause when that bug bites you, you live with the sting
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing

'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
Way that they feel, the way that they ring
And that evenin' in a pasture somewhere near Austin
That mandolin made me sing

Her mandolin made me sing

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Chord diagrams:
 Abm - |466444|  F#m - |244222|
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@SONG: Kick It In Second Wind
Kick It In Second Wind
By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol

E7
One o'clock in mornin'
A                         E7
People pilin' in thru the door
A7                          E
Drinks are still comin' and I'm barely hummin'
          D                       B7
And the audience is screamin' for more

Somebody's locked in the bathroom
Manager can't find the key
I pay that man but from where I stand
It's lookin' like the prisoner is me

Chorus:
                 A              E
     So won'tcha kick it in now second wind
                               D
     We got two more hours to go
              A                        E
     Is there any more hope of scorin' any more coke
            B7                     A
     And we still gotta do another show

My mind started to wander
In the middle of my second song
Dreamin' I was at sea just my baby and me
When the words started comin' out wrong

Waitresses are pickin' up glasses
The bartenders scream last call
When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
As the bass man took a bad fall

Chorus:
     So won'tcha kick it in now second wind
     We got two more hours to go
     Losin' any more hope of scorin' any more coke
     And we still gotta do another show

(Organ instrumental)

It's three o'clock in the mornin'
Runnin' on adrenalin
What I'm tryin' to say is that tomorrow's today
And we got to do it over again

Chorus:
     So won'tcha kick it in now second wind
     We got two more hours to go
     Losin' any more hope of scorin' any more coke
     And we still gotta do another show

Coda:
                   E
 Got to do another show
D          A            E
 I got to,   do another show
D        A            E
 Got to,   do another show
D        A            E
 Got to,   do another show,...

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@SONG: This Hotel Room
@CHORDS: Sean Costello (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu)
This Hotel Room
By: Jimmy Buffett
1976

     C
This hotel room's got a lot of stuff
                    G         C
A laundry bag and a shoeshine cloth

Thirty-two hangers and a touchtone phone
                                G       C
With a light that comes on when I ain't home
F             C
I ain't home, I ain't home
                                   G       C
You better leave a message, 'cause I ain't home

Break:  F C   G C

They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot
A radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side-by-side
With a Holy Bible and a TV Guide
TV Guide, TV Guide, great God almighty, it's a TV Guide

I got a second-story view from curb to curb
I got a sign that reads, "Do Not Disturb"
A monogrammed towel and bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and mirror that lies
Mirror that lies, mirror that lies
That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise

They got a room service menu for food and drink
A porcelain throne and an aluminium sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A Magic Fingers and a king-sized bed
Put in a quarter, turn out the light
Magic Fingers makes you feel alright
Feel alright, feel alright
Magic Fingers makes you feel alright

This old hotel's alright with me
They pay the postage if you lose the key
This hotel room's got a lot of stuff
But I do believe I've had enough
Call my baby said don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm checkin' out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home
Comin' home, comin' home
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home

Whoa, comin' home, comin' home
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home

Spoken: "Thank you boys"

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