Jimmy Buffett

[fox69]

"Happy Xmas (War Is Over)"

"Happy Xmas (War Is Over)"



And so this is Christmas, and what have you done?
Another year older, a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones, the old and the young
A merry, merry Christmas and a happy new year
Let's hope it's a good one, without any fears
And so this is Christmas, for weak and for strong
The rich and the poor ones, the road is so long

And so, happy Christmas, for black and for white.
The yellow and red ones, and stop all the fights
A merry, merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one, without any fears

And so, this is Christmas, and what have we done?
Another year older, a new one just begun
And so, happy Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones, the old and the young
A merry, merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one, without any fears

 

[fox69]

"Havaña Daydreamin'"

"Havaña Daydreamin'"



Stashed his trash in Ecuador, bought a good suit of clothes.
Flew on up to Mexico, standin' by the shore.
Waiting for some mystery man, to pay him for his time.
Thinkin' about all the money he made,
couldn't help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin' oh he's just dreamin' his life away.

Daddy shucked that sugar cane,
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
That he stuck right to his task, Havana daydreamin',
Oh he's just schemin', his life away.

Ceilin' fan stirs the air
Cigar smoke did swirl,
A fragrance on the pillow case
And he thinks about the girl.
Spillin' wine 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',
Havana daydreamin'
Oh he'll be dreamin' his life away.

 

[fox69]

"He Went To Paris"

"He Went To Paris"



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 pilin's
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.

 

[fox69]

"Here We Are"

"Here We Are"



Here we are
Here we are
Here we are
Here we are

Who would have thought this game, this flame would still be burning
Who would have guessed that all these blenders would still be churning
Not even we on our bended knees could have ever blessed it
Not even I with my head in the sky would have ever guessed it

But here we are, for a family reunion, costume barbeque
All the black sheep, family outcasts, and a freak or two

No the hat tricks and the gold bricks still don't have us down
Still a party for the hearty when we come to town
You're still grinning and we're still winning, nothing left to say
Death Defying as I go flying down this endless wave

And here we are, we're the offbeat Uncle Freds who spill their wine on you
And the in-your-face Aunt Rachels with an attitude
All the ones that use your bathroom then eat all your food
We're the dreamy Deadheads who just like us and Dave Matthews

Here we are, maybe it's because in spite of all the work we do
It's the child in us we really value
Here we are, with our fins up and our feathers flashing
Here we are, with our coconut shell brassieres chanting

Here we are
Here we are
Here we are
Here we are
Here we are
Here we are

 

[fox69]

"Hey Good Lookin'"
(feat. Clint Black, Kenny Chesney, Alan Jackson, Toby Keith and George Strait)

"Hey Good Lookin'"
(feat. Clint Black, Kenny Chesney, Alan Jackson, Toby Keith and George Strait)



[Jimmy:]
Hey, Hey, Good Lookin', whatcha got cookin'
How's about cookin' something up with me

[George Strait:]
Hey, sweet baby, don't you think maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe.

[Alan Jackson:]
I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill
[Clint Black:]
And I know a spot right over the hill
There's soda pop and the dancin's free
So if you wanna have fun come a- long with me.

[Kenny Chesney:]
Say Hey, Good Lookin', whatcha got cookin'
[Toby Keith:]
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.

[Jimmy:]
Let's stir it up boys.

[Jimmy:]
I'm free and I'm ready
maybe we can go steady
[Clint:]
How's about savin' all your time for me
[Kenny:]
No more lookin',
[Toby:]
I know I've been tooken
[George:]
How's about keepin' steady company.

[Kenny:]
I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
[Toby:]
And find me one for five or ten cents.
[George:]
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
[Clint:]
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on ev'ry page.

[All:]
Hey, Hey, Good Lookin',
[Alan:]
Whatcha got cookin'
[Jimmy:]
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.
[Clint:]
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.
[George:]
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.

 

[fox69]

"High Cumberland Dilemma"

"High Cumberland Dilemma"


It's been a little fever and maybe Bucky Beaver
Who made me pull the lever and leave once again
We chose just not to marry but go ahead and carry
All of our earthly goods and go to live out in the woods

Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye
Meets the eye...

Moonlight on the cabin and you're too damn cold to sleep
Your head turns from my pillow so I can't see you weep
See you weep...Sarah sleep

Stoned alone together least the city streets have drains
Standing here ass high up in the rain longin' for Boston
Once again

Sarah's cold and hungry and the baby's due any day
Stuck up in high country and it don't thaw out 'til May
Here we'll stay...

Mountain fever's on me and tonight the truck broke down
Doctor in the valley but we can't get in to town
He don't come 'round

Sarah cried for Boston and her mother late last night
I reassured her everything was tight but I'm not sure that it's all
right...

Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye
Meets the eye.

 

[fox69]

"High Cumberland Jubilee"

"High Cumberland Jubilee"



Maybe leaving's better in the afternoon
When the rain don't fall so hard
From where we were we had to look down far below
To see just what went on in our own backyard

Coming down slow without a thing to show
Wondering what went on while we were up there
Mountain roads now asphalt highways
That we once called heaven skyways
Children lost what is the cost to get back home again

La La La La La La La La Laaaaa
La La La La La La La La Laaaaa

It was a high Cumberland Jubilee
Such a high Cumberland Jubilee

 

[fox69]

"Ho, Ho, Ho, And A Bottle Of Rum"

"Ho, Ho, Ho, And A Bottle Of Rum"



Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near
He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years
He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns
He hates to admit it, but Xmas is more work than fun

He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
Mr. Claus has a has escape plans, a secret that only he knows
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams
A break from his wife, half-frozen in life
The elves and that damn reindeer team

Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum

Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood
Just for the weekend he's like to be Peter Pan
Get out of his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand

Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Snata's off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum

Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be alright
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight

Merry Christmas to all and to all good night

 

[fox69]

"Holiday"

"Holiday"



The weather channel girl
with her perfect weather curl
is talking cold, cold, cold
You can't get out of bed
you can't remember what you've said
you're feeling old, old, old

Is it fever or depression
anger or aggression
what's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
the answer to your question's
very plain to see

You need a holiday
take a holiday
find a far off wonderland
where you might regain command
of your life today

Take a holiday
you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
take a sail
and wind up in some moonlight bay

You're caught up in the Internet
you think it's such a great asset
but you're wrong, wrong, wrong
All that fiber optic gear
still cannot take away the fear
like an island song

Disregard confession
Stop trying to make impressions
on your corporate climb
it might come as quite a shock
but you can't really own that rock
it's just a waste of time

So, take a holiday
you need a holiday
find a place to find yourself
take your life down off that shelf
quit acting so blas

 

[fox69]

"Homemade Music"

"Homemade Music"


I ain't no video king
I still have to sing
For my supper each night

You stand on the benches
I play in the trenches
Beneath the big spotlights
Lived in a suitcase for half of my years
I got strange little voices that live in my ears
Hall monster, mall monster
I can't be the old me no more

Homemade music down in the passion pits
Homemade music lots o grits but no hits
Homemade music is part of my philosophy

Oh cookin' is a pleasure
And singin' is a treasure
That most dont' find

There aint' no harm in tellin'
I like to eat my melon right
Down to the rind

I had a hippy girlfriend when I was a kid
She died and went to the suburbs most of them did
Where did all the wild ones go

Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and low
Homemade music where did all the good songs go

[Instrumental]

First there were records, then cassettes and CDs
Managers, lawyers, then came the Japanese
But homemade music still makes a lot of sense to me

Homemade music is funky and nice
Homemade music sits on very thin ice
But homemade music is part of my philosophy

Homemade music ain't on the radio
Homemade music searchin' high and how
Homemade music where did all the good songs go