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Jimmy Buffett lyrics

Album: Havana Daydreamin' [1976]

Tracks10
 01  Woman Goin Crazy on Caroline Street
 02  My Head Hurts' My Feet Stink and I Dont Love Jesus
 03  The Captain and the Kid
 04  Big Rig
 05  Defying Gravity
 06  Havana Daydreamin'
 07  Cliches
 08  Something So Feminine About a Mandolin
 09  Kick It in Second Wind
 10  This Hotel Room
all Jimmy Buffett lyrics



Woman Goin Crazy on Caroline Street
By: jimmy buffett, steve goodman
1975
Chorus:
There's a woman goin' crazy on caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on caroline street

She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
Listens to the jukebox for her answers
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

Chorus:
There's a woman goin' crazy on caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on caroline street

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

Chorus:
There's a woman goin' crazy on caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on caroline street

(instrumental)

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

Chorus:
There's a woman goin' crazy on caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on caroline street

Ya there's a woman goin' crazy on caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on caroline street

There's a woman goin' crazy on caroline street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet ...back to top
My Head Hurts' My Feet Stink and I Dont Love Jesus
[Chorus:]
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus.
It's that kind of mornin',
really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my
condition is improvin' and if I don't
die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.

Went down to the snake pit,
to drink a little beer.
Listened to the juke box,
oh, it's comin' in clear.
All of a sudden I wasn't alone
pickin' country music with old Joe Bones.
Duval Street was rockin',
my eyes they started poppin'!
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar,
as I broke another string on my old guitar.
Someone call a cab.
Lady won't you pay my tab?

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]back to top
The Captain and the Kid
By: jimmy buffett
1975
I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to the many tales
Of life upon the sea

We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
An' talk of things he did
Tomorrow just a day away
For the captain and the kid

His world had gone from sailin' ships
To rakin' mom's backyard
He never could adjust to land
Although he tried so hard

We both were growin' older then
Wiser with our years
That's when I came to understand
The course his heart still steered

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
A place he outta be
With one hand on the starboard rail
He's wavin' back at me

I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee
Listen to his many tales
Of life upon the sea

We'd go sailin' back on barkentines
Talk of things he did
The world was just a day away
For the captain and the kid

For the captain
And this kidback to top
Big Rig
By: g. taylor
1975
If I was a road dog baby
All o' my songs were true
Reckon I'd like my whiskey drinkin'
A whole lot more than I do

But I don't know about the good life baby
Not so sure it's for me
I'd much rather be home rollin' with you
Than watchin' tom snyder on tv

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

Now I been to lots o' 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, ya!

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

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

Ya 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:
Ya I'll be home in a few days baby
Have I been good?
I've been great!
Whoa!back to top
Defying Gravity
By: jesse winchester
1975
I live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
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

I'm riding a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low (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 goback to top
Havana Daydreamin'
By: jimmy buffett
1975
Stashed his trash in ecuador
Bought a good suit of clothes
Flew on up to mexico
Standin' by the shore

Waitin' for some mystery man
To pay him for his time
But thinkin' about all the money he'd made
Couldn't help to ease his mind

Havana daydreamin'
Boy he's just dreamin'
His life away

His daddy chopped that sugar cane
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
The water so green and the air was so clean
He just stuck right to his task

Havana daydreamin'
Boy he's just schemin'
His life away

(instrumental)

Ceilin' fan it stirs the air
Cigar smoke does swirl
The 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'
Boy he's just dreamin'
His life away

Havana daydreamin'
Boy he'll be dreamin'
His life awayback to top
Cliches
By: jimmy buffett
1975
She's got a ballpark figure
He's got a ballpoint pen
They travel around for weeks at a time
Writin' down descriptions of the places they been

She plays guitar but nothin' fancy
With no intention of becomin' a star
Only thing that's botherin' him these days
Is where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar

Cliches
Good ways
To say what you mean
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

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

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 sayback to top
Something So Feminine About a Mandolin
By: jimmy buffett, jane slagsvol
1975
It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
But the lady she played so easy and fine
And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
They planted this song in my mind

Chorus:
'cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
The way that they feel, the way that they ring
Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
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 singback to top
Kick It in Second Wind
By: jimmy buffett, jane slagsvol
One o'clock in mornin'
People pilin' in thru the door
Drinks are still comin' and I'm barely hummin'
And the audience is screamin' for more

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

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

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 the day
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

Gotta do another show
I gotta, do another show
Gotta, do another show
Gotta, do another show, oh oh oh oh oh aw....back to top
This Hotel Room
By: steve goodman
1975
Uh this hotel room's gotta lotta stuff
Laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty two hangers and a touch tone phone
Well a light that comes on when I ain't home

I ain't home
I ain't home
You better leave a message 'cause
I ain't home

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 the tv guide

Tv guide
The tv guide
Great God almighty
It's the tv guide

I gotta second story view from curb to curb
I gotta sign that reads do not disturb
A monogrammed towel and a bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies

Mirror that lies
A 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 aluminum sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A magic fingers and a king-size bed

Put in a quarter
Turn out the light
Magic fingers makes ya feel alright

Uh feel alright
Feel alright
Magic fingers makes you feel alright

Uh this ol' hotel's all right with me
They pay the postage if you lose the key
This hotel room's gotta lot of stuff
But I do believe I've had enough

Called 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
Uh 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 boysback to top
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