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Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beats
SIm LA
SIm SOL
SIm LA RE
SOL LA RE
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
SOL LA RE
Made it nearly seventy days
SOL LA RE
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
MI LA
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
SOL LA RE SOL
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
SOL LA SIm
Some kind of sensuous treat
SOL RE SOL RE
Not zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat
SOL RE LA RE
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus
SOL LA RE
Cheeseburger in paradise
SOL LA RE
Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
SOL LA RE
Not too particular, not too precise
SOL RE LA RE
I'm just a Cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
But times change, sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Medium rare with mustard be nice
Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise
** (Guitar Tacet throughout)
** I like mine with lettuce and tomato
** Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
** Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
** Well good God almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a
Cheeseburger in Paradise
I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise
I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise
Repeat intro
Repeat Guitar Tacet part (above)
LA
He went to Paris lookin' for answers
RE LA
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
RE MI7
Savin' the world on his own
RE
But the warm summer breezes
LA
The French wines and cheeses
RE MI7
Put his ambition at bay
LA
The summers and winters
Scattered like splinters
RE MI7 LA
And four or five years slipped away
Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named Jim
And all of the answers and all of the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'
And twenty more years slipped away
Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry
While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin'
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
Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin'
But he don't care what most people say
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way"
LA
And he went to Paris lookin' for answers
RE MI7 LA
To questions that bothered him so
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Intro tab: (repeat three times???) last part of tab missing
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& 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &
SIb DO FA
She came down from Cincinnati
SIb DO FA
It took her three days on the train
SIb DO FA
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
SIb DO FA
Hoped to see the sun again
SIb DO FA
But now she lives down by the ocean
SIb DO FA
She's takin' care to look for sharks
SIb DO FA
They hang out in the local bars
SIb DO FA
And they feed right after dark
LAm7 REm7
Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?
LAm7 REm7
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
SIb DO SIb DO
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
SIb DO FA
And you're the only bait in town
LAm7 REm7 LAm7 REm7
Oh whoa, Oh whoa
SIb DO SIb DO
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
SIb DO FA
And you're the only bait in town
She's saving up all of her money
Wants to head it south in May
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man
Somewhere down Montserrat way
But the money's good in the season
Helps to lighten up her load
Boys keep her high as the months go by
She's gettin' postcards from the road
Chorus
Can't you feel 'em closin' in honey?
Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right
And you're the only girl in town
(harmonica solo)
Repeat Intro tab
Sailed off to Antigua
It took her three days on a boat
Lookin' for some peace and quiet
Maybe keep her dreams afloat
But now she feels like a remora
'Cause the school's still close at hand
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
Of the sharks that can swim on the land
Repeat first chorus
Repeat Intro tab and fade
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Chord diagrams: Bb - |x13331| Am7 - |xo2o1o| Dm7 - |xxo211----------|
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RE
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
LA
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
RE RE7
Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil
Chorus
SOL LA RE RE7
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
SOL LA RE RE7
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
SOL LA RE LA SOL
Some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame
LA SOL RE
But I know it's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue
Chorus
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
Solo (based on verse chords and chorus)
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Chorus
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know
It's my own damned fault
SOL LA RE LA SOL
Yes and, some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame
LA SOL RE
And I know it's my own damned fault
SOL
As the son of a son of a sailor
FA DO SOL
I went out on the sea for adventure
DO SOL
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
RE SOL
Like a man just released from indenture
SOL
As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
FA DO SOL
I have chalked up many a mile
DO SOL
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
RE SOL
And I learned much from both of their styles
Chorus
FA DO
Son of a son, son of a son
SOL
Son of a son of a sailor
FA DO
Son of a gun, load the last ton
DO
One step ahead of the jailer
Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the Mango man
As he greets you at the boarder
And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices
FA DO
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
SOL
That our forefathers harnessed before us
FA DO
Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings
SOL
It's a son of a gun of a chorus
Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searching for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But the son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
FA DO
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
SOL
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
Intro SOL RE LA SOL RE
RE SOL
I took off for a weekend last month
LA RE
Just to try and recall the whole year
SOL
All of the faces and all of the places
LA RE
Wonderin' where they all disappeared
SIm FA#m
I didn't ponder the question too long
SOL LA
I was hungry and went out for a bite
SOL RE
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
LA RE
and we wound up drinkin' all night
Chorus
SOL RE
It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
LA RE
Nothing remains quite the same
SOL RE
With all of our running and all of our cunning
LA SOL RE
if we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again
If it suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to the fall
Good times and riches and son of a bitches
I've seen more than I can recall
Chorus
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
(Repeat Intro chords)
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine
I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the ocean
God I wish I was sailin' again
Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder
So I can't look back for too long
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me
And I know that I just can't go wrong
Chorus
With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of my running and all of my cunning
If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane
If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane
LA FA DO SOL RE LA RE
If we weren't all crazy we would go insane
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Chord diagrams: Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222|
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From "Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"
Note: play in G, capo 2nd fret
SOL DO
Headin' up to San Francisco
RE SOL
For the Labor Day week-end show,
DO
I've got my hush-puppies on I guess I
RE SOL
Never was meant for glitter rock and roll
LAm DO RE RE7
And, honey, I didn't know, that I'd be missin' you so
Chorus
DO SOL
Come Monday it'll be all right
DO RE
Come Monday I'll be holdin' you tight
SOL SIm DO RE
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
DO RE SOL
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', it's I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go
(Repeat chorus)
Bridge:
LAmaj7 REmaj7 LAmaj7 REmaj7
I can't help it honey, you're that much a part of me now
LAmaj7 REmaj7
Remember that night in Montana
DO / / DO / / RE FA DO SOL
when we said there'd be no room for doubt
I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry
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
(Repeat chorus)
SOL SIm DO RE
I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze
DO RE FA DO SOL
And I just want you back by my side...
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Chord diagrams: Amaj7=|x02120| Dmaj7=|xx0222|
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SOL
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
DO RE LAm7 SOL
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
LAm RE LAm7 SOL
You've seen it all, you've seen it all....
2)
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen
Most of them dreams, most of them dreams
3)
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
4)
I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last
5)
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again,
Just a few friends, just a few friends...
6)
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day
And I still can manage a smile.
It just takes a while, just takes a while
7)
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown....
RE RE7 SOL RE
I really do, appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
RE SOL MI7
Your voice sounds so wonderful
MI7 LA7
But your face don't look too clear
SOL RE
So barmaid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
SOL LA RE RE7
Honey why don't we get drunk and screw
Chorus
SOL LA RE
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
MI7 LA7
I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
SOL
They say you are a snuff queen
RE
Honey I don't think that's true
SOL LA RE
So, why don't we get drunk and screw
Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."
Solo (violin)
Chorus
Why don't we get drunk and screw?
I just bought a waterbed 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 screw
Intro RE SOL LA RE SOL LA
LA RE
Boat drinks
SOL LA RE
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
SOL LA RE
Visitors scored on the home rink
SOL LA RE SOL LA
Everything seems to be wrong
LA RE SOL LA RE
Lately newspapers mentioned cheap airfare
SOL LA RE
I gotta fly to St. Somewhere
SOL LA RE
I'm close to bodily harm
20 degrees and the hockey game's on
Nobody cares, they're all way too far gone, screaming
Boat drinks, something to keep 'em all warm
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I've got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm
Bridge:
FAmaj7 DO
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
SOL DO
Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott?
FAmaj7 DO
Any old place here on Earth or in space
MI FA#m7 LA SOL FA#m LA
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
But I know I should be leaving this climate
I've got a verse and can't rhyme it
I gotta go where it's warm
Boat drinks
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks
Then I'm heading south 'fore my dream shrinks
I gotta go where it's warm [I gotta go where it's]
I gotta go where it's warm [I gotta go where it's]
I gotta go where it's WARM!
SOL LA SOL LA
I gotta go where there ain't any snow
SOL LA SOL LA
Where there ain't any blow, 'cause my fin sinks so low
SOL LA RE
I gotta go where it's warm
Intro SI DO SI DO FA# SOL SI DO
SI DO SI DO
Grapefruit a bathin' suit
FA# SOL
Chew a little juicy fruit
DO
Wash away the night
SI DO SI DO
Drive-in you guzzle gin
FA# SOL
Commit a little mortal sin
DO
It's good for the soul
Chorus
REm7 SOL7 DOmaj7 DO6
And oh it gets so damn lonely
REm7 SOL7 DOmaj7
When you're on a plane alone
REm7 SOL7 DOmaj7 DO6
And if I had the money honey I'd strap you in beside me
RE7 SOL7
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 Refers... Lady's choice, everybody dance..."
Repeat chorus
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Chord diagrams: F# - |xx4322| D7 -|xxo212| Dm7 - |xxo211------------|
G7 - |32ooo1| Cmaj7-|x32ooo| C6 - |xx2213------------|
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From "Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"
RE FA#7 SI7
Now they make new movies in old black and white
MI7 LA7
With happy endings, where nobody fights
RE FA#7 SI7
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
MI7 LA7
Honey, jump right up and show your age
Chorus
RE FA#7 SI7
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
MI7 LA7 RE
The "Boston Blackie" kind
RE FA#7 SI7
A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
MI7 LA7
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
RE RE7
Oh I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
SOL SIb
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny
RE FA#7 SI7
Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
MI7 LA7 RE
Then I could solve some mysteries too
MIm SI7 MIm SI7
Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast
MIm SI7 MIm
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
FA#m DO7 FA#m DO7
And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
MI7 LA7
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
RE FA#7 SI7
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
MI7 LA7 RE
then I could solve some mysteries too
(same as above chords with this verse)
But then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score
RE FA#7 SI7
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
MI7 LA7
I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
RE FA#7 SI7
But I can go to movies and see it all there
MI7 LA7 RE
Just the way that it used to be
Chorus
That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind, a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave Errol Flynn or a Sheik of Araby
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could do some cruisin' too
RE
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
MI7 LA7 RE
Oh, I could do some cruisin' too
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Chord diagrams: E7 - |o2o1oo| A7 - |xo2o2o|
B7 - |x212o2| F#7- |xx432o|
F#m - |244222| Bb - |113331| C7 - |x3231o------------------------|
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Chorus
FA
I don't know
DO7
I don't know
FA SIb
I don't know where I'm a gonna go
FA DO7 FA
When the vol-cano blow
FA SIb FA
Ground she's movin' under me
SIb FA
Tidal waves out on the sea
SIb FA
Sulphur smoke up in the sky
SIb FA
Pretty soon we learn to fly
(Repeat chorus)
My girl quickly say to me
Mon you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot
You better lava me now or lava me not
(Repeat chorus)
No time to count what I'm worth
'Cause I just left the planet earth
Where I go I hope there's rum
Not to worry mon soon come
(Repeat chorus)
FA SIb FA
But I don't want to land in New York City
DO7 FA
Don't want to land in Mexi-co
SIb FA
Don't want to land on no Three Mile Island
DO7 FA
Don't want to see my skin aglow
Don't want to land in Commanche Sky park
Or in Nashville, Tennessee
Don't want to land in no San Juan airport
Or the Yukon Territory
Don't want to land no San Diego
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay
Don't want to land on no Eye-Yatollah
I got nothin' more to say
(Repeat chorus)
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