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Migration By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 C Lookin' back at my background G7 Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here Some things are still a mystery to me C C7 While others are much too clear F I'm just livin' in the sunshine C Am Stay contented most of the time D7 Yeah, listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis G G7 Sing me their Texas rhymes Now most of the people who retire in Florida Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys I hate those bastards so much I wish a summer squall would blow them All the way up to fantasy land Am D7 Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here F G7 C They looked a lot better as beer cans [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/j/jimmy-buffett/219548.html ] Chorus: Am Yeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me G Why some people live like they do Am So many nice things happenin' out there D7 G They never even seen the clues F Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme C Am I know we been doin' our part F C Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control G7 Am C And some Texas hidden here in my heart Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine If I hadn't learned how to sing And on top of all that I got married too early 'Cost me much more than a ring But now those crazy days are over Just gotta learn from the wrong things you've done I came off the rebound, started lookin' around Figured out it's time to have a little fun (repeat chorus) Well, now if I ever live to be an old man I'm gonna sail down to Martinique I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit And an African parakeet And then I'll sit him on my shoulder And open up my trusty old mind I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine (repeat chorus, then) F C Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control G7 F G C C7 And some Texas hidden here in my heart |