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Jimmy Buffett lyrics

Album: A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean [1973]

Tracks11
 01  The Great Filling Station Holdup
 02  Railroad Lady
 03  He Went to Paris
 04  Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
 05  Cuban Crime of Passion
 06  Why Don't We Get Drunk
 07  Peanut Butter Conspiracy
 08  They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
 09  I Have Found Me a Home
 10  My Lovely Lady
 11  Death of an Unpopular Poet
all Jimmy Buffett lyrics



The Great Filling Station Holdup
By: jimmy buffett
1973
I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin' quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man, fifty cents worth please
Then out jumped my partner with his trusty pellet gun
He said, boy this is a holdup, keep 'a pumpin' and don't run

Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years

We got fifteen dollars and a can of stp
A big ol' jar of cashew nuts and a japanese tv
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men, we'll strike again
But first let's have a beer

Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years

(guitar instrumental)

We were sittin' in the krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walks the deputy sheriff
And he's holdin' our tv
Roughed us then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No pictures on a poster, no reward and no bail

Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
'cause that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years

Coda:
Yes that great fillin' station holdup
It cost me two good yearsback to top
Railroad Lady
By: jimmy buffett, jerry jeff walker
1973
She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spendin' her days on the trains
She's a semi-good looker
But the fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

South station in boston to the freightyards of austin
From the florida sunshine to the new orleans rain
Now that the railpacks
Has taken the best tracks
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spendin' her life on a train
Once a pullman car traveller
Now the brakeman won't have 'er
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Once a high ballin' loner he thought he could own 'er
Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring
She hocked 'em for cold cash
Left town on the wabash
Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then

But the rails are now rusty
The dinin' car's dusty
Gold plated watches have taken their toll
Yeah the railroads are dyin'
And the lady she's cryin'
On a bus to kentucky and home that's her goal

She's a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spendin' her life on a train
She's a semi-good looker
But the fast rails they took 'er
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Coda:
Yes on a bus to kentucky and home once againback to top
He Went to Paris
He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a good life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only on eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.back to top
Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit
Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
Chew a little Juicy Fruit
Wash away the
night

Drive in
You guzzle gin
Commit a little mortal sin

It's good for the soul

Bridge:
And oh it gets so damn lonely

When you're on a plane alone
And if I had the money, honey
I'd strap
you in beside me
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home all alone
and cryin'

Ten speed
No need
My pickup gets me where I please

Chuggin' down the street

But I'll be leavin'
In a little while

So close your eyes and I'll
I'll be back real soon

Spoken:

"Ah, take it Reefers"
"Ladies choice, Everybody dance"
"Here we go"


Bridge:
Yes and if I had that money, honey
I'd strap you in
beside me (in your strapless)
And never ever leave you
Leave you at home
all alone and cryin'

Grapefruit
A bathin' suit
You chew a little
Juicy Fruit
Wash away the night
Yeah you chew a little Juicy Fruit

It's good for ya soulback to top
Cuban Crime of Passion
By: jimmy buffett, tom corcoran
1973
Well now billy voltaire was a piano player up from miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
Ladies would pay and pay
One night he did wind up playin' in havana town
Nobody knew, least billy voltaire that these were his final sounds

He met up with meritta, a dancer in from the coast
Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
One night he did find her in the arms of shrimper dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor danny's life
And then he turned his own cold hand

Chorus:
And it's just a cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a cuban crime of passion
Anjejo and knives a slashin'
Yeah but that's what the people like to read about
Up in america, up in america

Well now they never found meritta, some people say she got ill
Billy voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on pauper's hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and they go

Chorus:
And it's just a cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a cuban crime of passion
Anjejo and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Up in america, up in americaback to top
Why Don't We Get Drunk
By: marvin gardens
1973
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw

Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw

-- spoken: pick it coral reefers, here we go...

(swing instrumental)

Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So why don't we get drunk and screw
Yeah, now baby I say, (lord!)
Why don't we get drunk and screwback to top
Peanut Butter Conspiracy
By: jimmy buffett
1973
Lookin' back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin' in a dive for twenty six dollars
Spendin' it all on grass
We were hungry hard-luck heroes
Tryin' just to stay alive
We'd go down to the corner grocery
This is how we'd survive

Chorus:
Who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get the can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back

It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch that big round mirror
And I'd fill up my coat
Then we'd head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer
Into the car, got to make it on home
Suppertime's getting near

Chorus:
So who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get the can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
Never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back

I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I sure had my share
It's really kinda funny to laugh at 'em now
But I don't want to go back there
So every now and then when I'm in the grocery
I'll take a little but not much
'cause you never know when those hard times'll hitcha
And I don't want to lose my touch

Chorus:
So who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get the can of sardines
Runnin' up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir, yes sir
We would pay the mini mart backback to top
They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More
By: jimmy buffett
1973
Walkin' down new streets, music is loud
Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds
But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore
'cause they don't dance like carmen no more

She and ol' cougie, my what a pair
Jus' doin' the rhumba as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross hollywood floors
But they don't dance like carmen no more

-- spoken:
Take it marvin

Shk chk, shk chk, shk chk

Well now she had a big hat, my it was high
Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
How she could balance it, I wouldn't dare
But they don't dance like carmen nowhere

Shk chk, shk chk, shk chk

Ah but the lady's not with us, she died long ago
And they don't show her movies on late midnight shows
'cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore
'cause they don't dance like carmen no more

Well now she and old cougie, my what a pair
Just doin' the boogie as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross hardwood waxed floors
But they don't dance like carmen no more

No more
No no no more
And I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore
But they don't dance like carmen no more
Nah they don't dance like carmen no more

Coda:
Ten cents dance, I might take a chance
But they don't dance like carmen no moreback to top
I Have Found Me a Home
By: jimmy buffett
1973
The days drift by
They don't have names
None of the streets here look the same
And there're so many quiet places
And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces

Chorus:
And I have found me a home
I have found me a home
You can have the rest of everything I own
'cause I have found me a home

My ol' red bike
Gets me around
To the bars and the beaches of my town
There aren't many reasons I would leave
'cause I have found me some peace

And the ladies aren't demandin' here
They'll never ask too much
When you're comin' off a cold love
That's sure a nice warm touch

Chorus:
Yes I have found me a home
I have found me a home
You can have the rest of everything I own
'cause I have found me a home

And the days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
There aren't many reasons I would leave
'cause I have found me some peace

Yes I have found me a home
I have found me a home
You can have the rest of everything I own
'cause I have found me a home
Yes I have found me a homeback to top
My Lovely Lady
By: jimmy buffett
1973
When I pay my bills
Gonna leave these tennessee hills
Take my lady to the sea
That's where we both come from
That's where we both belong
Think I'll go back to the keys

Chorus:
'cause I don't want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Somehow we survived the double talk and jive
Things are looking better all the time
I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand
The simple way that we should live our lives

Chorus:
And I don't want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat
And there's plenty of that down there by the sea
Well we're sailin' in those warm december breezes
Sendin' picture postcards back to tennessee

Chorus:
Yes and I don't want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I want's the quiet and the comforts
That livin' with my lovely lady brings
Yeah that livin' with my lovely lady bringsback to top
Death of an Unpopular Poet
By: jimmy buffett
1973
I once knew a poet
Who lived before his time
He and his dog spooner
Would listen while he'd rhyme
Words to make ya happy
Words to make you cry
Then one day the poet suddenly did die

But he left behind a closet
Filled with verse and rhyme
And through some strange transaction
One was printed in the times
And everybody's searchin'
For the king of undergound
Well they found him down in florida
With a tombstone for a crown

Everybody knows a line
From his book that cost four ninety-nine
I wonder if he knows he's doin'
Quite this fine

'cause his books are all best sellers
And his poems were turned to song
Had his brother on a talk show
Though they never got along
And now he's called immortal
Yes he's even taught in school
They say he used his talents
A most proficient tool

But he left all of his royalties
To spooner his ol' hound
Growin' old on steak and bacon
In a doghouse ten feet 'round
And everybody wonders
Did he really lose his mind
No he was just a poet who lived before his time
He was just a poet who lived before his timeback to top
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