Encores

Apr 20, 2010

Disc 1 - Come Monday

Lyrics

COME MONDAY
Jimmy Buffett
Headin' up to San Francisco
for the Labor Day weekend show,
I've got my hush-puppies on,
I guess I never was meant for
glitter rock and roll.
And honey I didn't know
that I'd be missin' so.

(Chorus)
Come Monday It'll be all right,
Come Monday I'll be holding you tight.
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
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 your off on vacation,
something you tried to explain.
And darling I love you so that's
the reason I just let you go.

Chorus

I can't help it honey,
your that much a part of me now.
Remember the night in Montana when
we said there'd be no room for doubt.

I hope your enjoying the scenery,
I know that it's pretty up there.
We can go hiking on Tuesday,
with you I'd walk anywhere.
California has worn me quite thin,
I just can't wait to see you again.

End Chorus
Disc 1 - Tin Cup Chalice

Lyrics

Tin Cup Chalice
Boats, Beaches, Bars, Ballads
I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the piling.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner every day of the year,
And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.

Chorus:
'Cause I want to be there,
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine,
And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.

Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
Salt air it ain't thin,
It can stick right to your skin,
And make you feel fine.
It makes you feel fine.

Repeat Chorus.

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
Get that Packard up and let's move.
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
I've made up my mind;

Repeat Chorus
Disc 1 - Growing Older But Not Up

Lyrics

GROWING OLDER BUT NOT UP
By Jimmy Buffett
I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstop's position
Then crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
I'm no Pete Rose, I can't pretend
While my mind is quite flexible
these brittle bones don't bend

Chorus
I'm growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
So let the winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead

Sometimes I see me as an old manatee
Heading south as the waters grow colder
He tries to steer clear of the hum drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulders
That's how it flows right to the end
His body's still flexible but that
Barnacle brain don't bend

Chorus
So now don't get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes it's toll as we head for the poll
As the days grow more complicated the night life still wins

Chorus

Let the winds of change blow over my head
I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead
Disc 1 - Coast of Carolina

Lyrics

Coast Of Carolina
By Jimmy Buffett/Mac McAnally
Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain
Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain
Most every day goes by according to design
I live this dream but still it seems I have you on my mind

From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
We can decorate or climb or find some way to get around
Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart

I can't see the future but I know it's comin' fast
It's not that hard to wind up knee deep in the past
It's come a lot of Mondays
Since the phone booth that first night
Through years and miles and tears and smiles
I want to get it right

CHORUS

From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
We can decorate or climb or find some way to get around
Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

These days I'm up about the time I used to go to bed
Living large was once the deal, now I watch the stars instead
They are timeless and predictable unlike most things that I do
But I tell the wind and my old friend I'm headed home to you

CHORUS

From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
After one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
Hell we can decorate or climb or find some way to get around
Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart
From the bottom of my heart

©2004 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Wordfarmer Music (ASCAP)
Disc 1 - Paradise

Lyrics

Paradise
I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time

This one's for them babies bigots?
In Madison Avenue
In their stretch limosines
And three page contracts too
And the ??hair of the trendies?
Who didn't have a clue
And if they did, didn't know what to do
And for my buddies in freight elevators
And 8th Avenue
With their flight-cases and axes
And their tokens too
Intelligenes
Show shredded jeans [dreams]?
But still survived by gigs and scenes
And for Bob and they boys
Down in Washington square
I miss you all, I just wish you were here

I got stuck in paradise
I'm free in my head
Changed my attitude
And my head's turned dred
I just met Mickey Maloney
On the beach down the shore
Said to call him in New York
And come knock on some doors
I thought it was kind
It's not on my mind
I'm sitting here
Doin some quality time
Disc 1 - Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans

Lyrics

Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans
Louis Alter and Eddie Delange
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
Miss her both night and day
I know it's gettin' wrong but the feeling's gettin' stronger
Longer I been away
Miss the moss covered vines the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
I'd love to see that ole lazy Mississippi hurryin' into spring

Moonlight on the bayou Creole tunes fill the air
I dream of magnolia's in bloom wishin you where here

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more, I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans

Moonlight on the bayou sweet magnolia blossoms in the air
How I long to see that mighty Mississippi runnin' into spring

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more, I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans

More than I miss New Orleans
Disc 1 - Nautical Wheelers

Lyrics

A1A

Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars.
Petticoats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
Hustle on down to the bars.

Where the jukebox is blastin'
and the liquor is flowing
an occasional bottle of wine.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.

Chorus
And It's dance with me, dance with me
Nautical Wheelers.
Take me to stars that you know.
Come on and dance with me,
Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go.

Well the left foot it'll follow where the
Right foot has traveled down to the
Sidewalks unglued.
And into the street of my city so neat,
Where nobody cares what you do.
And Sonja's just grinnin'
And Phil is ecstatic and
Mason has jumped in the sea.
While I'm hangin' on to a line
from my sailboat oh,
Nautical Wheelers save me.

Chorus

Well the sunrise will bring on the
sleep that's escaped us and
everyones off to their bed.
There'll be huggin' and sqeezin',
a little pleasin' and teasin'
and rubbin' of each others' head.
So won't you dream on comrades;
seems nothing affects you,
nothing, no reason nor rhyme.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.
Disc 1 - Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season

Lyrics

Trying to Reason with the Hurricane Season

Squalls out on the Gulfstream,
Big storms coming soon.
I passed out in my hammock,
God, I slept way past noon.
Stood up and tried to focus,
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far.
I knew I could use a Bloody Mary,
So I stumbled next door to the bar.

Chorus
And now I must confess,
I could use some rest.
I can't run at this pace very long.
Yes, it's quite insane,
I think it hurts my brain.
But it cleans me out and then I can go on.

There's something about this Sunday
It's a most peculiar gray
Strolling down the avenue
That's known as A1A
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired.
And I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
And then I made up this song.

Chorus

Well, the wind is blowin' harder now
Fifty knots or there about,
There's white caps on the ocean.
And I'm watching for water spouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside.
In a week I'll be in gay Paris;
That's a mighty long airplane ride.

Chorus
Yes, It cleans me out and then I can go on.
Disc 1 - Banana Republics

Lyrics

BANANA REPUBLICS
Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated American
Hopin' to find some fun

Some of them go for the sailing
Brought by the lure of the sea
Tryin' to find what is ailing
Living in the land of the free
Some of them are running to lovers
Leaving no forward address
Some of them are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the IRS

Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas
While they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin' give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes

First you learn the native custom
Soon a word of Spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
Cause they know they can't trust you

Expatriated American feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
that they told themselves back home

Down to the Banana Republics
Things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying
any second hand American dreams

Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senoritas
while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos
On a bottle of rum and a lime
Singing give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes

Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hopin' to find some fun
Disc 1 - He Went To Paris

Lyrics

HE WENT TO PARIS
Jimmy Buffett
He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And 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 good life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only on eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The 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 pilings
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then 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 looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 1 - Last Mango In Paris

Lyrics

LAST MANGO IN PARIS
Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley
I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat
When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat"
I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies

He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And "Jimmy, there's still so much to be done."

I had a third world girl in Buzios
With a pistol on each hand
She always kept me covered
As we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on wall street
With my high fashion model wife
Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky
Just me and my Swiss Army knife

I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

We shot the breeze for hours
As the sun fell from the skies
And like the sun he disappeared before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty
When I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall
The words the old man said

I ate the last mango in Paris...
....so much to be done.
Why don't we wander and follow la vie dansante.
Disc 2 - L'air De La Louisiane

Lyrics

L'AIR DE LA LOUISIANE
Jesse Winchester

Promenade dans un bois la vielle Louisiane
Les ombres lougnes nos pas silents
l'air de la Louisiane

Toi et moi ne parlant pas
en sucant d'la canne
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane
Pour un instant je suis content en
l'air de la Louisiane

English Lyric
A walk in the woods of old Louisiana
the shadows are long
Our steps are silent in the Louisiana air
You and I say nothing as we suck sugar cane
For one minute I'm happy in the Louisiana air
Disc 2 - Reggaebilly Hill

Lyrics

(Michael Garrett)
I DON'T KNOW IF I WAS DREAMIN'
I DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS REAL
EVERYTHING WAS MOVIN'
YET EVERYTHING WAS STILL

PEOPLE CAME FROM EVERYWHERE
AND NO ONE FELT A CHILL
THEY LINGERED IN THE VALLEY
DOWN BY REGGAEBILLY HILL

THEY CAME ACROSS THE WATER
THEY CAME ACROSS THE SAND
EVERYONE WAS SINGING
OH YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD THE BAND
SONG OF ADORATION OF THE EVERLASTING WILL
GATHERED THEM TOGETHER THERE ON REGGAEBILLY HILL

CHORUS

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

WELL THE ONES WHO HAD IT ALL
AND THE ONES WHO MADE A NAME
WALKIN' SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE NAKED AND THE LAME
HUNGRY LITTLE CHILDREN ATE UNTIL THEY HAD THEIR FILL
THEN THEY TUMBLED IN THE CLOVER DOWN BY REGGAEBILLY HILL

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

ON THE TOP OF THE HILL THEY WERE DANCIN' THROUGH A FIRE
WHIRL AWAY THEIR SORROW AS THEY MOVE A LITTLE HIGHER
SLOWLY MAKIN' CIRCLES THROUGH THE PURPLE SKY UNTIL
YOU COULD BARELY SEE THEM WAVING DOWN ON REGGAEBILLY HILL

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

ALWAYS AND FOREVER
Disc 2 - Coast Of Marseilles

Lyrics

Keith Sykes

I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
How good it'd be to hold you
How good it'd be to feel like that again
How good it'd be to feel like that again

Would you be remembering me?
I ask that question time and again
The answer came and haunted me so
I did not want to think it again
I did not want to think it again

You make it hard for me to forget
I haven't stopped loving you yet

When I left the coast of Marseilles
I hadn't done what I'd come to do
I spent all the money I'd saved
And did not get over you
I did not get over you.
Disc 2 - Lovely Cruise

Lyrics

Drink it up
This ones for you
It's been a lovely cruise
I'm sorry it's ended
It's sad but it's true
Honey it's been a lovely cruise

These moments were left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
There's wind in our hair
And there's water in our shoes
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise

These moments we're left with
May you always remember
These moments are shared by few
And those harbor lights
Aw they're coming into view
We bid our farewell much too soon
So drink it up
This one's for you
Honey, it's been a lovely cruise
Yea baby, it's been a lovely cruise
Oh darlin' it's been a lovely cruise
Disc 2 - Oysters and Pearls

Lyrics

Beach House on the Moon

Lindbergh left Long Island in 1927
Thumbed his nose at gravity
And climbed into the heavens.
When he returned to earth that night everything changed,
For the pilot and the planet, everything was rearranged.

We're a pretty mixed up bunch
Of crazy human beans
It's written on our rocket ships
And in early cave wall scenes.

How does it happen,
How do we know,
Who sits and watches
Who does the show?

Chorus
Some people love to lead
And some refuse to dance.
Some play it safely, other take a chance.
Still it's all a mystery
This place we call the world
Where most live as oysters
While some become pearls.

Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi
Who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops and hippies.
It's something more than DNA that tells us who we are
It's method and it's magic, we are of the stars.

Chorus
Some never fade away, some crash and burn
Some make the world go round, other watch it turn.
Still it's all a mystery
This place we call the world.
Most are fine as oysters
While some become pearls.
Disc 2 - Wildflowers

Lyrics

Wildflowers
Tom Petty
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat on the sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest cover
You belong in your home by and by

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your troubles and worries
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free
Disc 2 - Defying Gravity

Lyrics

DEFYING GRAVITY
I live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me were circling a star
Well I'll take their word, I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so

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
Disc 2 - It's A Big Old Goofy World

Lyrics

It's A Big Old Goofy World
Jimmy Buffett
Up in the morning
Work like a dog
Is better than sitting
Like a b__p on a log
Mind all your manners
Be quiet as a mouse
Some day you'll own a home
That's as big as a house

I know a fella
He eats like a horse
Knocks his old b____
Round the old golf course
You oughta see his wife
She's a cute little dish
She smokes like a chimney
And drinks like a fish

There's a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world

Now Elvis had a woman
With a head like a rock
I wished I had a woman
That made my knees knock
She'd sing like an angel
And eat like a bird
And if I wrote a song
She'd know ever single word

Kiss a little baby
Give the world a smile
If you take an inch
Give 'em back a mile
Cause if you lie like a rug
And you don't give a d___
You're never gonna be
As happy as a clam

There's a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world

So I'm sitting in a hotel
Trying to write a song
My head is just as empty
As the day is long
Why it's clear as a bell
I should have gone to school
I'd be wise as an owl
Stead of stubborn as a mule.

There's a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world

There's a big old goofy man
Dancing with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world
Disc 2 - Death Of An Unpopular Poet

Lyrics

by Jimmy Buffett

I once knew a poet who lived before his time
He and his dog Spooner would listen as he'd rhyme
Words to make you happy and words to make you cry
And then one day the poet suddenly did die.

But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhymes
And through some strange transaction
One was printed in the Times
And everybody's searching for the king of underground
They found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown.

And everybody knows a line from his books that cost $4.99
I wonder if he knows he's doin' quite this fine.

'Cause his books are all best sellers and his poems were turned to song
They had his brother on a talk show 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
Growing old on steak and bacon in his doghouse ten feet 'round
And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind
No, he was just a poet who lived before his time
Yes, he was just a poet who lived before his time.

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Disc 2 - Blowin' In The Wind

Lyrics

Blowin' in the Wind
Bob Dylan
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you can call him a man
And how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she can sleep in the sand
And how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Now How many years can the mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
And how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
And how many times can that man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see
The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
And how many times can a man turn his ear
Before he can hear people cry
And how many deaths will it take till we learn
That too many people have died
The answer, my friends, still blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yeah, The answer, my friends, is still blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Disc 2 - A Pirate Looks at 40

Lyrics

PIRATE LOOKS AT FORTY
Jimmy Buffett
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.
Watch 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.
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.
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.
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 to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.
Instrumental
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.

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