Havana Daydreamin Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Chorus

  G There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street

  D Stoppin' every man that she does meet

  C Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet

  Am I'llG show you my place on Caroline Street

 ShGe claimed in a loud Dvoice to be a daCncer

 BuGt I don't think she's Dcut a rug in yeCars

 LiGstens to the jukeDbox for her answerCs

 SlGowly guzzles tweDnty-five cent beersC

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

(Repeat chorus)

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

(Repeat chorus)

(guitar solo)

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

(Repeat chorus twice and fade)

@SONG: My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus

By: Jimmy Buffett

1975

Intro

Em A7 D G Em A7 D G

Chorus

  G My head hurts, my A7feet stink, and CI don't love GJesus

  A7 It's that kind of mornin'

  C Really was that kDind of night

  C Tryin' to tell myself that my coGndition iB7s improEmvin'

  A7 And if I don't die by Thursday CI'll be roDarin' FriGday night

 WeDnt down to the snake pit

 ToG drink a little beer

 LiDsten to the jukebox

 MeGrle was comin' in clear

 AlEml of a sudden I wasn't alone

 PiA7ckin' country music with ol' Joe Bones

 DuDval Street was rockin'

My eyes they starting poppin'

 BeEmcause there she sat at the corner of the bar

 AsA7 I broke another string on my ol' guitar

 SoDmeone call a cab

Chorus

And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus

It's that kinda mornin'

Really was that kinda night

Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'

And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

Gotta get a little orange juice

And a Darvon for my head

I can't spend all day

Baby layin' in the bed

I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk

Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk

I've got to find my way

Crawl out and greet the day

Chorus

But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus

It's that kinda mornin'

Really was that kinda night

Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'

And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

 LeCt me tell Dya, I be Groarin' Friday night

 I Cmean I'll Dbe roarinG' Friday night

  D I never used to missG the chance

  D To climb upon his kneeG

  D And listen to the manyG tales

  E7 Of life upon the sea A

  F♯m We'd go sailing back on barkGentines

  F♯m And talk of things he did G

  F♯m Tomorrow's just a day Gaway

  E7 For the Acaptain andD the kid

His world had gone from sailing ships

To raking mom's back yard

He never could adjust to land

Although he tried so hard

We both were growing older then

And wiser with our years

That's when I came to understand

The course his heart still steers

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

The place he ought to be

With one hand on the starboard rail

He's waving back at me

(Repeat first verse)

 FoE7r the captaAin and thiDs kid

 IfE I was a road dog baby

And all a' my songs were true

Reckon I'd like my whiskey drinkin'

A whole lot more than I do

 BuAt I don't know about the good life baby

Not so sure it's for me

 I'Ed much rather be home rollin' with you

Than watchin' Tom Snyder on TV

Chorus

  E I wish I was aA big rig

  E Rollin' on home to you

  A I wish I was a big rig

  B A big rig baby

  A Rollin' on home tEo you

Now I been to lots a' 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, yeah!"

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

Chorus

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

Yeah 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:

"Yeah I'll be home in a few days baby"

"Have I been good?"

"I've been GREAT!"

"Whoa!"

Intro

E B7 E

 I Elive on a big, round baB7ll

 I Enever do dream I may fall

 AnB7d even one day if I do

 WeEll, 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

(INSTRUMENTAL)

I'm riding a big, round ball

I never do dream I may fall

And 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 go

*The intro and first part of the verses can be done

*by moving an A fingering up to the 7th and 9th frets

* See notes below...

Intro

A D E D

 StAashed his trasDh in Ecua-dEor D

 BoAught a good suitD of clothesE A

 FlAew on up Dto Mexi-cEo, staDndin' Aby the shoreD E A

 WaDitin' for some mystery man to pay him for his time

But thinkin' 'bout all the money he'd made

 CoAuldn't help to ease his mind

 HaEvana daydreamin', boy he'sD just dreamin' his liAfe awaDy E D

Daddy chopped that sugarcane

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

Water's so green and the air was so clean

He just stuck right to his task

Havana daydreamin', oh he's just schemin'

His life away

(INSTRUMENTAL)

Ceiling fan stirs the air

Cigar smoke did swirl

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', oh he'll be dreamin'

His life away

 ShEe's got a ballpark figure

 HeA's got a ballpoint pen E

 ThAey travel around forE weeks at a time

 WrBitin' down descriptions of the placAes they been B

 ShEe plays guitar but nothin' fancy

 WiAth no intention of becomin' a starE

 OnAly thing that's botherin' him Ethese days

 IsB where he's gonna find a good tAen-cent cigBar

Chorus

  A CliE-ches

  A GoodE ways

  B To say what you mean

  E 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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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 say

@SONG: Something So Feminine About A Mandolin

Something So Feminine About A Mandolin

By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol Buffett

1975

 ItE was late in the evenin', just a few Aof us pickinE'

 BuAt the lady Eshe played sAo easy and Bfine E B

 AnEd the chords that she strummed wereA so tastefullEy clever

 ThF♯mey planted thisG♯m song in mF♯my minEmd

Chorus

  A 'Cause Ethere's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin

  A The way that Ethey feel, tAhe way that theyB ring E B

  E Just to see slender Afingers, movin' so quickly

  F♯m Made thisG♯m boy want tF♯mo sinEg

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 sing

@SONG: Kick It In Second Wind

Kick It In Second Wind

By: Jimmy Buffett, Jane Slagsvol

 OnE7e o'clock in mornin'

 PeAople pilin' in thru the doorE7

 DrA7inks are still comin' and I'm Ebarely hummin'

 AnDd the audience is screaminB7' for more

Somebody's locked in the bathroom

Manager can't find the key

I pay that man but from where I stand

It's lookin' like the prisoner is me

Chorus

  A So won'tcha kiEck it in now second wind

  D We got two more hours to go

  A Is there any more hope oEf scorin' any more coke

  B7 And we still gotta do Aanother 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 today

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

Coda

  GEot to do another show

  ID got to, doA another show E

  GDot to, doA another show E

  GDot to, doA another show,.E..

 ThCis hotel room's got a lot of stuff

 A Glaundry bag Cand a shoeshine cloth

Thirty-two hangers and a touchtone phone

 WiGth a lightC that comes on when I ain't home

 I Fain't home, I aiCn't home

 YoGu better lCeave a message, 'cause I ain't home

Break

F C G C

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 a TV Guide

TV Guide, TV Guide, great God almighty, it's a TV Guide

I got a second-story view from curb to curb

I got a sign that reads, "Do Not Disturb"

A monogrammed towel and bucket of ice

A chest of drawers and mirror that lies

Mirror that lies, 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 aluminium sink

Two big pillows to rest my head

A Magic Fingers and a king-sized bed

Put in a quarter, turn out the light

Magic Fingers makes you feel alright

Feel alright, feel alright

Magic Fingers makes you feel alright

This old hotel's alright with me

They pay the postage if you lose the key

This hotel room's got a lot of stuff

But I do believe I've had enough

Call 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, 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 boys"

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