Son Of A Son Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

 AGs the son of a son of a sailor

 IF went out onC the sea foGr adventure

 ECxpanding the view of the Gcaptain and crew

 LDike a man just released frGom indenture

 AGs a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man

 IF have chalkCed up maGny a mile

 RCead dozens of books aboGut heroes and crooks

 ADnd I learned much from both of thGeir styles

Chorus

  F Son of a soCn, son of a son

  G Son of a son of a sailor

  F Son of a guCn, load the last ton

  C 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

  F Haul the sheet in asC we ride on the wind

  G That our forefathers harnessed before us

  F Hear the bells ring as Cthe tide rigging sings

  G 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

  F The sea's in my veinCs, my tradition remains

  G I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

 IA woke up in a strange room

I'd never seen before

Weird paintings on the walls

Mirrors on the ceiling

I bolted for the door

 LDookin' for my rentacar

Was the Cordoba blue or red?

 TAryin' to remember where I put the keys

Tryin' to remember what I said

Chorus

  D I pushed the fool button

  A My night went haywire

  D I pushed the fool button

  E Set my brain on fire

Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar

A little three piece band playin' on the stand

Not knowin' what lay in store

In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage

The crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk

As he went into a blues rampage

Chorus

It was a fool palace

Double knit on parade

They pushed the fool button

As the skinny boy played and played

Push it, push it, push it

Try to make a point of protectin' the innocent

But none of them can be found

It can happen anytime

Happen anyplace

It can happen in your own home town

If you don't believe my words

Or think my story's true

Get a bottle of rum and a Eskatrol

And watch the same thing happen to you

Chorus

We'll push the fool button

I'll meet you in the bar

We'll push the fool button

Where everyone's a star

(Jimmy pushed the fool button)

(He pushed it like a fool, Bubba)

(Pushin' like a fool)

(Pushed the button like a fool)

(Pushed the fool button)

(Pushed it like a fool)

(Pushed the button like a fool)

 GFiven my liCfe for sonFgs that I singC

 MFatter of faCct, I've given eveFrythinCg

 TFime has coCme to not makFe a sounCd

 TFime has coCme to lay my burFdens downC

 WFhoa oh oh (woe oh woe oA♯h woeF oh)

 WChoa oh (woe oh woe oFh woeC oh)

 IGt's come fromC behind

 NFow is the tiGme

 FFor theC last liFne (lCast line)

Managed to keep some friends on my side

To live through the times of the rumors and lies

Now it's time to rest my heart

Let some other innocent fool take my part

Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)

Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)

It's come from behind

Now is the time

For the last line (last line)

( saxophone solo)

Whoa oh oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)

Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)

It's come from behind

Now it's the time

For the last line (last line)

So don't pay me no mind, I'm walkin' away

You'll see me again on some other day

You'll see me again, I'll be ready to go

And pour out my songs with my heart and my soul

Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)

Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)

It's come from behind

Now is the time

For the last line (last line)

Yes it's come from behind

Now is the time

For the last line (last line)

Ah the last line (last line)

@SONG: Livingston Saturday Night

Livingston Saturday Night

By: Jimmy Buffett

1975

 YEou got your Tony Lama's on your jeans prBessed tight

 YA7ou take a few tokes make yoEu feel alright

 RAockin' and a rollin' on a LiB7vingston Saturday nighEt

 PBickup's washed and you just got paid

 WA7ith any luck at all you migEht even get laid

 'ACause they're pickin' and a Bkickin' on a LivingstEon Saturday night

 SAo won't you listen to the soEund of the hot country band

 BB7oot heels a' shufflin' on the daEnce floor sand

 SAing a song, play some pong, sEhoot a little pool

 HF♯7ittin' on the honeys right outta high scB7hool

 FAifteen may get ya twB7enty, that's all right

 'A7Cause they'll be rockin' andB7 a rollin' on a LivinEgston Saturday night

(alright Timmy...)

Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country band

Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound

Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg

Temperature is risin' better pop another keg

Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right

'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night

(where's that harpoon man...)

Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band

Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound

Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg

Temperature is risin' better pop another keg

Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right

'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night

Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night

One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night

@SONG: Cheeseburger in Paradise

Cheeseburger in Paradise

By: Jimmy Buffett

1978

Intro

** Play "|" as strums or beats

Bm

A

Bm

G

Bm

A

D

 TGried to amenAd my carnivoDrous habits

 MGade it nearly seAventy days D

 LGosin' weight wiAthout speed, eatiDn' sunflower seeds

 DErinkin' lots of carrot juice and soAakin' up rays

 BGut at nightA I'd have theDse wonderfGul dreams

 SGome kind of seAnsuous treat Bm

 NGot zucchini, Dfettucini oGr bulgaDr wheat

 BGut a big waDrm bun and Aa huge hunk ofD meat

Chorus

  G ChAeeseburger Din paradise

  G Heaven Aon Earth with anD onion slice

  G Not too Aparticular, Dnot too precise

  G I'mD just a CheAeseburDger 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

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)

  E I sat there on G♯7the coast of MarseiC♯7lles Cm7 Bm7

  A My thoughts came by Bm7like wind through mAy hanBm7d

  E How good it'd G♯7be to feel youC♯7 agaiCm7n Bm7

  A How good it's Bm7be to feel that way A/EagainE/D A/C♯ E/B C9 B9 E6

  E Would you be G♯7remembering meC♯7 Cm7 Bm7

  A I ask that questBm7ion time and agAain Bm7

  E The answer camG♯7e and haunted mC♯7e so Cm7 Bm7

  A I would not wantBm7 to think it agA/Eain E/D A/C♯ E/B

  C9 No, I would not B9want to think Eit again

  C♯m7 YouG♯m7uuuuuuuC♯m make it so Bhard to forget E C7

  C♯m7 IiiG♯m7iiiiiiiC♯m haven't Astopped lBoving you yeAt

  E When I left thG♯7e coast of MarseillesC♯7 Cm7 Bm7

  A I hadn't done wBm7hat I'd come to dAo Bm7

  E Spent alG♯7l the money I'd sC♯7aved Cm7 Bm7

  A Still did not Bm7get over youA/E E/D A/C♯ E/B

  C9 No, I still didB9 not get ovA/Eer yoE/Du A/C♯ E/B

  C♯m7 OoooC9oooooB9ooo E6

Chord diagrams: (EAGBDe) (use lots of bar chords, and walk down bass)

A/C# - x4x2xo B9 - x21222 Cm7 - x35343 E6 - o2212----------|o

 TGhere's a cowboy in the jungle

 AAmnd he looks so out of place

 WDith his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots

 ACnd his Dskin as whGite as paste

 HGeadin' south to Paraguay

 WAmhere the Gauchos sing and shout

Now he's stuck in Porto Bello

 SCince his Dmoney allG ran out

So he hangs out with the sailors

Night and day they're raisin' hell

And his original destination's just another

Story that he loves to tell

With no plans for the future

He still seems in control

From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide

He just had to learn to roll

Chorus

  G CRoll wDith the puGnches

  C Play aDll of hiGs hunches

  C Make the best of whatever came hisD way

  C What heD lacked Gin ambition

  C He maDde uEmp with in-tuition

  C Plowing straight Dahead come what Gmay

Steel band in the distance

And their music floats across the bay

While American women in moomoos

Talk about all the things they did today

And their husbands quack about fishing

As they slug those rum drinks down

Discussing who caught what and who sat on his butt

But it's the only show in town

Chorus

They're tryin' to drink all the punches

They all may lose their lunches

Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six days

Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition

Plowin' straight ahead come what may

Refrain

  Am But I don't wCant to live on that kindG of island

  Am No I don't wCant to swim in a ropeGd off sea

  Em Too much for A7me, too much for me

  C I've got to be whDere the wind and the watGer are free

Alone on a midnight passage

I can count the falling stars

While the Southern Cross and the satellites

They remind me of where we are

Spinning around in circles

Living it day to day

And still twenty four hours may be sixty good years

It's still not that long a stay

Chorus

We've gotta roll with the punches

Learn to play all of our hunches

Makin' the best of whatever comes your way

Forget that blind ambition

And learn to trust your intuition

Plowin' straight ahead come what may

 ADnd thereC's a cowGboy in the jungle

 SDhe said I can't go back to America soon

It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June

 YGeah, they're freezin' up Emin Buffalo, stuck in their cars

 AAnd I'm lyin' here 'neath tGhe sun and thDe stars

 CDustoms man tells her that she's gotta leave

She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve

 WGants to findEm her a captain, a man of strong mind

A G

D (

D7)

And any direction he blows'll be fine.

Chorus

  G Please don't say man~ana if you donD't mean it

  A I have heard those words for so Dvery lD7ong

  G Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never sDeen it

  A Don't ever forget tGhat you just may wind uDp being wrong

Tried and I tried but I don't understand

Never seems to work out the way I had it planned

Hangin' out in a marina when Steve Martin called

Singin' anybody there really wanna' get small

But women and water are in short supply

There's not enough dope for us all to get high

I hear it gets better, that's what they say

As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay

Chorus

Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it

I have heard your lines for so very long

Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it

Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song

(spoken: "Alright, let's reggae Reefers'")

Solo

D G A G D

Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates

Sure was good to talk to the old United States

While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west

I see General Electric's still doing their best

I've got to head this boat south pretty soon

New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes

But I know that I'll get 'em

I know that they'll come

Through the people and places and Callwoods Rum

Last Chorus:

So please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it

I have done your lines for so very long

Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it

Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged! (gong)

  A And I hope Anita BryaGnt never ever does oDne of my songs

 DGisembarking Cat DuvalieGr Airport

 SDeeking transportaCtion to towGn

 AGs the purpleC ink dried on Ghis passport

 HDe could still feCel the eyes Glook around

(Some French stuff) casino

Spoke to the cabbie and smiled

Driver replied vous o louvos

As he motioned the dark man inside

Bm C

Chorus

Business in Aruba concluded

  Am He now haDd aDsus4 little money to spend

  C TDhat's how I came Gto meet my African friend

We were rolling the bones several hours

Conversing as most gamblers do

We were calling on all of our powers

Hoping to see the night through

But not approving at all of our winning,

Pit boss he tugged at his sleeve

Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning

When he motioned it's time we should leave

With our night at the tables behind us

We were ready just to do it again

That's when I came to know my African friend

Instrumental

But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse

Soldier told me I better leave

As I stumbled to find me a taxi

I saw a note pinned to my sleeve

It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening

Truly was our night to win

But the authorities insist on my leaving

Take care, my American friend

With my weekend in Haiti concluded

I now had a little money to spend

That's how I came know my African Friend