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Jimmy Buffett lyrics

Album: Living and Dying in 3/4 Time [1974]

Tracks11
 01  Pencil Thin Mustache
 02  Come Monday
 03  Ringling, Ringling
 04  Brahma Fear
 05  Brand New Country Star
 06  Livingston's Gone to Texas
 07  The Wino and I Know
 08  West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown
 09  Saxophones
 10  Ballad of Spider John
 11  God's Own Drunk
all Jimmy Buffett lyrics



Pencil Thin Mustache
Now they make new movies in old black and white,
With happy endings, where nobody fights,
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,
Honey, jump right up and show your age.

I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
and an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.
Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.
Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast,
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,
But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana.
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.

But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'
grubbin on the living room floor;
They send you off to college to try to gain
a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score.
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;
But I can go to movies and see it all there,
Just the way that it use to be.

That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
And an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,
Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.
If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could do some cruising too.

Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab'll do yah,
Oh, I could do some cruising too.back to top
Come Monday
Headin' up to San Francisco
for the Labor Day weekend show,
I've got my hush-puppies on,
I guess I never was meant for
glitter rock and roll.
And honey I didn't know
that I'd be missin' you so.

[Chorus:]
Come Monday It'll be all right,
Come Monday I'll be holding you tight.
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
and I just want you back by my side.

Yes it's been quite a summer,
rent-a-cars and west bound trains.
And now you're off on vacation,
somethin' you tried to explain.
And darlin' I love you so that's
the reason I just let you go.

[Chorus]

I can't help it honey,
you're that much a part of me now.
Remember the night in Montana when
we said there'd be no room for doubt.

I hope you're enjoyin' the scenery,
I know that it's pretty up there.
We can go hikin on Tuesday,
with you I'd walk anywhere.
California has worn me quite thin,
I just can't wait to see you again.

[Chorus]back to top
Ringling, Ringling
Ringling, ringling
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Ringlin', ringlin' slippin' away
Only forty people livin' there today
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town

Church windows broken, that place ain't been used in years
Jail don't have a sheriff or a cell
And electric trains they run by maybe once or twice a month
Easin' it on down the muscle shell

Chorus:
Ringlin', ringlin' slippin' away
Only forty people livin' there today
'cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town

And across from the bar there's a pile of beer cans
Been there twenty-seven years
Imagine all the heartaches and tears
In twenty-seven years of beer

So we hopped back in the rent-a-car
And we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon the town was out of site
Though we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy, and a dog
Bracin' for a ringlin' friday night

Chorus:
Ringlin', ringlin' you're just slippin' away
I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
'cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town
Yeah, it's a dyin' little townback to top
Brahma Fear
Brahma fear
By: jimmy buffett
1974
I'd like to ride the rodeo
But I've got brahma fear
So I'll just stick to aeroplanes
Gently pop my ears

Drank a lot a' whiskey
It gives me such a glow
It makes me quite immobile
But it lets my feelin's show

And I'm somewhere below the spotlight
Somewhere below the ground
You dig deep enough you might find me
Find me and you've found my sound

Yes I own a whaler boat
It slides across the sea
And some folks say I'm part of it
And I know, it's part of me

And when I'm feelin' solitaire
It lets me be alone
And when I want to habitate
It carries me back home

And I'm somewhere below the sunlight
Somewhere upon the sea
You dig deep enough you might find me
Find me 'cause that's where I'll be

Yes I drank a lot of whiskey
It gives me such a glow
It makes me quite immobile
Ah, but it lets my feelin's show

Coda:
Yes it makes me quite immobile
Ah, but it lets my feelin's showback to top
Brand New Country Star
Brand new country star
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Well he outgrew his sequined suit
Sold his trailways bus
Let his hair get a little too long
His ducktails bit the dust

His custom made, pearl-inlaid
Guitar slipped from his hand
And in it's place a new electrical one
He had flown in from japan

Chorus:
'cause he's a cheeseburger-eatin', abandoned sunday-meetin'
Brand new country star
He rides around in a lincoln continental
No steerhorns on his car
Oh the record men say, he's the livin' end
They're gonna spin him right to the top
Yeah he's a hot roman candle from the texas panhandle
He can either go country or pop

He's got a good ol' friend name o' texas ben
Tells him all the spots to play
And a sweet little lady, he calls her sexy sadie
She's a' with the boy night and day

They're gonna open a chain of fancy bowlin' lanes
The first one in his old home town
And on ribbon-cuttin' day they'll come from miles away
The folks'll all gather 'round

Chorus:
And sing, he's a cheeseburger-eatin', abandoned sunday meetin'
Brand new country star
Yeah he rides around in his lincoln continental
No steerhorns on his car
Oh the record men say, he's the livin' end
They're gonna spin him right to the top
Yeah he's a hot roman candle from the texas panhandle
He can either go country or pop
I mean, he can either go country or pop

Yodels: a' yodel layeeo a' leedle layeeo a' leedle layeeback to top
Livingston's Gone to Texas
Livington's gone to texas
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Nothin' is different
Nothin' has changed at all
Livingston's gone to texas
They say he had a ball

They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever
Thinks about the tears his woman cried

Now honey, won't you let me
Try and make you smile
You loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile

Wrote he had to see the country
On starry nights he wished you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares

And nothin' is different
Nothin' has changed at all
Livingston's still in texas
The snow's about to fallback to top
The Wino and I Know
By: jimmy buffett
1974
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by hank snow
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows

And I've seen him in so many places
I saw him the night I was born
In a bourbon street bar, I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn

Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of street singin'
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin' my life like a song

Coffee is strong at the cafe du monde
Donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat 'til I eat way too much

'cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be they pastry or lobster or love
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin' and shove

Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin' my life like a song

Sweet senorita won't you please come with me
Back to the island honey, back to the sea
Back to the only place that I want to be

Chorus:
And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin' my life like a song
Yes it's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Livin' my life like a songback to top
West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown
West nashville grand ballroom gown
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit
A lady in tie-dye, a bag by her side
Not really lookin' like anything special
Saw tennessee tags and she waved for a ride

Sat right beside me as the meter hit sixty
'splainin' her travels and her family background
When she got through I could not help but thinkin'
She's a long way from a west nashville grand ballroom gown

Chorus:
Father had money and her mother had love
Channelled entirely to her dear sister dove
Twenty-two years in society's plan
Was cancelled in the swing of her dear mother's hand

Six hours later we hit cincinnati
Yawnin', she woke and then asked where we were
When she found out, she said I must be goin'
This close to nashville was too close for her

So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars
She took it then kissed me and gave me a note
She told me just to read it then mail it in nashville
On old loose-leaf paper to her mother she wrote

Chorus:
She said, mama I'm fine if you happen to wonder
I don't have much money but I still get around
I haven't made church in near thirty-six sundays
So fuck all those west nashville grand ballroom gowns

Yes she's a long way from a west nashville grand ballroom gownback to top
Saxophones
Saxophones
By: jimmy buffett
1974
I cut my teeth on gumbo rock, benny stillman and dr. john
Sweet erma thomas and frogman henry
Used to boogie woogie all night long
Though I love rock n' roll the acoustic guitar
Was the only way I had of becomin' a star
I'm doin' really nice and travellin' around
But they won't play my record in my old home town

Chorus:
But if I had saxophones
Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If I had saxophones
I could get some recognition from that mobile, alabama d.j.

Livin' by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion
To take my janey downtown
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it the shipwreck lounge
Well we get kind of drunk and we play rock n' roll
Grabbin' everybody right down in his soul
When we get to cookin' somethin's still wrong
There's still somethin' missin' from them good ole songs

Chorus:
But if we had saxophones
Big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could make that joint shimmy like a big california earthquake

Yeah if we had saxophones
Yeah, big baritone cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could get some recognition from that mobile, alabama d.j.back to top
Ballad of Spider John
Ballad of spider john
By: willis a. ramsey
1974
Spider john is my name friend
I'm in between freights and I sure would be obliged
If you'd share your company

I know this may sound strange to you
But if you wait till the song is sung and the story is told
You might come to understand
Oh, I'm old and bent and devil sent, runnin' out of time
When I long ago held a royal flush in my hand

Chorus:
Oh, I was a supermarket fool
I was a motor bank stool-pidgeon, robbin' my hometown
I thought I lost my blues, yes I thought I paid my dues
I thought I'd found a life to suit my style
But here I sit old spider john the robber-man
Long, tall, and handsome
Yes, old spider john with a loaded hand, takin' ransom

Then one day I met diamond lill
She was the sweetest thing, I declare
That the summer breeze had ever blown my way
But lilly she had no idea, of my illustrious occupation
She thought I was a saint, not a sinner, gone astray
But you see that the word got around and lilly left town
Never saw her again
Tossin' and turnin', 'causin' my heart to grieve

Chorus:
Oh, I was a supermarket fool
I was a motor bank stool-pidgeon, robbin' my hometown
I thought I lost my blues, yes I thought I paid my dues
I thought I'd found a life to suit my style
But here I sit old spider john the robber-man
Long, tall, and handsome
Yes, old spider john with a loaded hand, takin' ransom

That is all my story
It's been these thirty years since I took to the road
To find my precious jewel one
And if you see my lilly, won't you give her my regards
Tell her ole spider got tangled in the black web that he spun
You can tell her ole spider got tangled the black web that he spunback to top
God's Own Drunk
Well, like to explain to you all before,
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
I promised my brother in-law that I'd go up watch his still
While he went in to town to vote
It was right up on the mountain
where the map said it would be
Friends let me tell you one thing,
though it wasn't no ordinary still
It stood up on that mountainside
like a hugh golden opal

God's yeller moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off in the heavens
Like I explain'd to you once before I ain't no drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
like honey dew vine water

And I took another slash,
Took another'n an another'n an another'n
For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit
and commenced to gettin' hot flashes
Goose pimples was runnin' up and down my body
And a feelin' came over me
like somethin' I'd never experienced before
It was like, like I was in love
In love for the first time, with anything that moved
Animate, inanimate it didn't matter
It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on an' off
in my brain sayin' "Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'"
`Cause I was drunk
I wasn't knee crawlin', slip slidin', Reggie Youngin'
Commode huggin' drunk

I was God's own drunk and a fearless man
And that's when I first saw the bear
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella `bout nineteen feet tall
He rambled up over the hill
expectin' me to do one of two things,
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one
It hung him up

He started sniffin' around my body tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear `cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes
was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up

So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know you got a lot of friends over there
on the other side of the hill
There's ole' rare bear, tall bear, Freddy bear, Kelly bear
Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear,
pokey the bear
I want you to go back over there tonight
And tell them I'm feelin' right
You tell them I love each and everyone of them
like a brother and a sister

But if they give me any trouble tonight
I'm gonna run every God damn one of them off the hill"
He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think
Neither did I but bein' charitable and cautious
Well hell I approached him again
I said "Mr. Bear, You know in the eyes of the Lord
we're both beasts when it comes right down to it

So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy bear"
So I took ole' buddy bear by his island size paw
and I led him over to the still
He's a sniffin' around that thing cause
he's smellin' somethin' good
I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water
He downed it up right
Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus

Sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight
I gave him another'n an another'n an another'n
For I knew it he downed eight of them
and commenced to doin' the bear dance
Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt
It was so simple like the jitter bug
It plum evaded me

We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar
And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside
and I laid down and went to sleep
Slept for four hours and dreampt me some tremulous dreams
When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon
shinin' on the clear cool evenin'

God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off
in the heavens
My buddy the bear was a missin'
Want to know something else friends and neighbors
So was that stillback to top
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