Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 I pulled into the regular pump

 I was feelin' quite at ease

 I rolled down my window and told the man, "Fifty cents worth please"

 Then out jumped my partner with his trusty pellet gun

 He said, "Boy, this is a holdup, keep 'a pumpin' and don't run"

Chorus

  And now I wish I was somewhere other than here

  Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer

  Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here

  Cause that great fillin' station holdup

  Cost me two good years

We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP

A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV

Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career

We're wanted men, we'll strike again

But first let's have a beer

(Repeat chorus)

We were sittin' in the Krystal

About as drunk as we could be

In walked the deputy sheriff

And he's holdin' our TV

He roughed us and he cuffed us

And he took us off to jail

No picture on a poster

No reward and no bail

(Repeat chorus and fade)

@SONG: Railroad Lady

Railroad Lady

By: Jimmy Buffett, Jerry Jeff Walker

1973

Chorus

  She's a railroad lady

  Just a little bit shady

  Spendin' her days on the train

  She's a semi-good looker

  But the fast rails they took her

  Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

 South Station in Boston to the freightyards of Austin

 >From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain

 Now that the railpacks

 Has taken the best tracks

 She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Chorus

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spendin' her life on a train

Once a pullman car traveller

Now the brakeman won't have her

She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Once a high ballin' loner he thought he could own her

Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring

She hocked 'em for cold cash

Left town on the Wabash

Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then

But the rails are now rusty

The dinin' car's dusty

Gold plated watches have taken their toll

Yeah the railroads are dyin'

And the lady she's cryin'

On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal

Chorus

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spendin' her life on a train

She's a semi-good looker

But the fast rails they took her

Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

 Yes on a bus to Kentucky and home once again

 He went to Paris lookin' for answers

 To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive

 Savin' the world on his own

 But the warm summer breezes

 The French wines and cheeses

 Put his ambition at bay

 The summers and winters

Scattered like splinters

 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"

 And he went to Paris lookin' for answers

 To questions that bothered him so

@SONG: Grapefruit-Juicy fruit

Grapefruit-Juicy fruit

By: Jimmy Buffett

1973

Intro

 Grapefruit a bathin' suit

 Chew a little juicy fruit

 Wash away the night

 Drive-in you guzzle gin

 Commit a little mortal sin

 It's good for the soul

Chorus

  And oh it gets so damn lonely

  When you're on a plane alone

  And if I had the money honey I'd strap you in beside me

  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

Intro

 Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way

He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars

 The ladies would pay and pay

 But one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town

 Nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds

He met up with Merrita, a dancer in from the coast

Half woman, half child she drove him half wild

He loved that lady the most

But one night he did find her in the arms of shrimper Dan

So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life

Then he turned his own cold hand

Chorus

  It's just a Cuban crime of passion

  Messy and old-fashioned

  Yeah, that's what the papers did say

  It's just a Cuban crime of passion

  Anjejo and knives a-slashin'

  But that's what the people like to read about

  Up in America, up in America

(Repeat Intro chords)

Well now, they never found Merrita

Some people say she got ill

Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him

He was buried on Pauper's Hill

And no one talks about him no more, it happened just a week ago

But people get by and people get high,

In the tropics they come and they go

(Repeat chorus)

(Repeat Intro chords and fade)

Chord diagrams:

 I really do, appreciate the fact you're sittin' here

Your voice sounds so wonderful

 But your face don't look too clear

 So barmaid bring a pitcher, another round a' brew

 Honey why don't we get drunk and screw?

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

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

 Looking back at my hard luck days

 I really do have to laugh

 Working in a dive for twenty six dollars

 Spending it all on grass

 We were hungry hard luck heros

 Trying just to stay alive

 We'd go down to the corner drug

 This is how we'd survive

Chorus

  Who's going to steal the peanut butter?

  I'll get a can of sardines

  Running up and down the aisle of the mini mart

  Sticking food in our jeans

  We never took more than we could eat

  There was plenty left on the rack

  We all swore if we ever got rich

  We would pay the mini mart back

  Yes sir! Yes sir!

  We would pay the mini mart back

It was a two man operation

Had it all down on a note

Ricky would watch that big round mirror

And I'd fill up my coat

Then we'd head for the checkout aisle

With a lemon and a bottle of beer

Into to the car, got to make it on home

Supper time's gettin' near

(Repeat chorus)

I guess every good picker has had some hard times

I sure had my share

It's really kind of funny to laugh at it now

But I don't want to go back there

So every now and then when I'm in the grocery

I take a little but not much

You never know when those hard times will hit you

And I don't want to lose my touch

(Repeat chorus)

Intro

(see tab)

 Walkin' down new streets the music is loud

 Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds

  "Run"

 But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore

 Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more

She and old Cougie, my what a pair

Just doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared

Slidin' and glidin' past Hollywood floors

But they don't dance like Carmen no more

She had a big hat, my it was high

Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky

And how she could balance it, I wouldn't dare

Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere

But the lady's not with us, she died long ago

And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows

Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore

Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more

(Repeat second verse w/ "hardwood waxed floors")

No more, no more

And I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore

But they don't dance like Carmen no more

10 cents a dance, might take a chance (fade)

 Days drift by, they don't have names

 None of the streets here look the same

 There's so many quiet places

 Smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces

Chorus

  And I have found me a home, I have found me a home

  You can have the rest of everything I own

  'Cause I have found me a home

My old red bike gets me around

To the bars and the beaches of my town

There aren't many reasons I would leave

'Cause I have found me some peace

 And the ladies aren't demanding here,

 They'll never ask too much

 When you're comin' off a cold love, that's sure

 A nice warm touch

(Repeat Chorus)

And the days drift by, they don't have names

And none of the streets here look the same

There aren't many reasons I would leave

'Cause I have found me some peace

(Repeat chorus)

  When I pay my bills

  Gonna leave these Tennessee hills

  Take my lady to the sea

  That's where we both come from

  That's where we both belong

  Think I'll go back to the Keys

Chorus

  'Cause I don't want the fame that brings confusion

  Where people recognize you on a plane

  All I want's the quiet and the comforts

  That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Somehow we survived the double talk and jive

Things are looking better all the time

I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand

The simple way that we should live our lives

Chorus

And I don't want the fame that brings confusion

Where people recognize you on a plane

All I want's the quiet and the comforts

That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat

And there's plenty of that down there by the sea

Well we're sailin' in those warm December breezes

Sendin' picture postcards back to Tennessee

Chorus

Yes and I don't want the fame that brings confusion

Where people recognize you on a plane

All I want's the quiet and the comforts

That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Yeah that livin' with my lovely lady brings

Note:

** This song is played capoed on the 5th fret. The key is generally

** "D" in the verse, but with a bassnote run.

** It's fingerpicked, so play with it a little to get the right sound.

Intro

 I once knew a poet who lived before his time

 He and his dog Spooner listened while he'd rhyme

 Words to make you happy, words to make you cry

 Then one day the poet suddenly did die

 But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhyme

 Through some strange transaction, one was printed in the Times

 And everybody's searchin' for the king of underground

Bridge

 Well they found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown

 Every-body knows the line from his book that cost $4.99

 I wonder if he knows he's doin' quite this fine

'Cause his books are all bestsellers

And his poems were turned to song

Had his brother on the talk shows

Though they never got along

And now he's called immortal, yes he's even taught in school

They say he used his talents, a most proficient tool

But he left all of his royalties to Spooner his old hound

Growin' old on steak and bacon in a doghouse ten feet 'round

And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind?

No he was just a poet who lived before his time

He was just a poet who lived before his time

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