Chords for Bob Robert's Society Band - Jimmy Buffett
Tempo:
112.2 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Em
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [A] [Em]
[G] [Gbm] [B] [E]
[Gb] [A] [D]
[G] [Bb] [A] [Bm]
[Dm] [D] Well, you heard about [A] the alligators [G] sleeping [A] in the shade.
[D] You heard [Eb] about the sugar barons [G] [A] screwing up the glades.
[D] It's a melting pot existence [G] that is [Bb] hard to contemplate, [A] and a never-ending battle
in the sunshine [Bm] state.
[D] But far, far away [G] from the front [A] page news, [D]
far, [B] far away [Em] from the [A] headline blues, [D] down
a [G] secondary road that severely [Gm] shows its age.
[A]
The party comes to life on a [Bm] makeshift stage.
It's [D] the [Cm] Bob [Gm] Roberts Society [A] Band, [Gbm]
playing [B] every [E] Sunday at the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, [G] and they don't [Bb] play loud.
[B] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
[D] Well, the word [Ab] goes out [Gm] from Melbourne [A] to the Keys.
[D]
The faithful [B] get [Cm] the message like [Em] it's written [A] on the [D] breeze.
Young folks, old [G] folks, about [Bb] to cut a rug.
Rock, strut, bunny hop, [D] do the jitterbug.
The Bob [A] Roberts [G] [A] Society Band, [Gbm]
playing every [F] Sunday [E] at the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, and [G] they don't [Gm] play loud.
[D] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
I saw [Ebm] minivans from Boca, [G] buses from [A] Perrine.
[D] There were people [Abm] speaking Hindu [Em] in the barbecue [A] line.
[G] [D] I come along, their honeymoon [G] looked a [Gm] bit confused, [Dm] but the boys in the [Ab] band put them
right in [G] the mood.
[D] They played.
[G] [A] A [D]
[Ab] [Em] [A] [D]
[G] [Bb] [B]
[F] [D]
lady [A] dressed in [Ebm] purple [Em] started dancing all [A] along.
[D] Then she sauntered [B] oh so gently [Em] to the vacant [A] microphone.
[D] She sounded like she's someone [G] who never [Gm] missed a beat.
[Dm] By the time the number ended, they were dancing in the street.
[Bm] They [D] died and gone to heaven, that [G] [A] lively little crowd.
[D]
Trombones and saxophones sent them through the [A] clouds.
[D] It could have gone all night, but [G] the party [Bb] had to stop.
When [A] they blew the circuit breaker in the [Fm] [Gm] souvenir [C] shop.
[D] It's the [Eb] Bob Roberts [Em] Society [A] Band, [Gbm] playing [B] every Sunday [E] at the Orange Grove [Db] Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, and [G] they don't play [Bb] loud.
[Bm] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
It's [D] the Bob [A] Roberts [Em] [A] Society [Gbm] Band, playing [F] every Sunday down at [E] the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge.
[G] They don't [Bb] play loud.
[A] It's the magic [Bb]
of the music that [B] still [C] draws [D] the [Bm] crowd.
[D]
[G] [Gbm] [B] [E]
[Gb] [A] [D]
[G] [Bb] [A] [Bm]
[Dm] [D] Well, you heard about [A] the alligators [G] sleeping [A] in the shade.
[D] You heard [Eb] about the sugar barons [G] [A] screwing up the glades.
[D] It's a melting pot existence [G] that is [Bb] hard to contemplate, [A] and a never-ending battle
in the sunshine [Bm] state.
[D] But far, far away [G] from the front [A] page news, [D]
far, [B] far away [Em] from the [A] headline blues, [D] down
a [G] secondary road that severely [Gm] shows its age.
[A]
The party comes to life on a [Bm] makeshift stage.
It's [D] the [Cm] Bob [Gm] Roberts Society [A] Band, [Gbm]
playing [B] every [E] Sunday at the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, [G] and they don't [Bb] play loud.
[B] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
[D] Well, the word [Ab] goes out [Gm] from Melbourne [A] to the Keys.
[D]
The faithful [B] get [Cm] the message like [Em] it's written [A] on the [D] breeze.
Young folks, old [G] folks, about [Bb] to cut a rug.
Rock, strut, bunny hop, [D] do the jitterbug.
The Bob [A] Roberts [G] [A] Society Band, [Gbm]
playing every [F] Sunday [E] at the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, and [G] they don't [Gm] play loud.
[D] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
I saw [Ebm] minivans from Boca, [G] buses from [A] Perrine.
[D] There were people [Abm] speaking Hindu [Em] in the barbecue [A] line.
[G] [D] I come along, their honeymoon [G] looked a [Gm] bit confused, [Dm] but the boys in the [Ab] band put them
right in [G] the mood.
[D] They played.
[G] [A] A [D]
[Ab] [Em] [A] [D]
[G] [Bb] [B]
[F] [D]
lady [A] dressed in [Ebm] purple [Em] started dancing all [A] along.
[D] Then she sauntered [B] oh so gently [Em] to the vacant [A] microphone.
[D] She sounded like she's someone [G] who never [Gm] missed a beat.
[Dm] By the time the number ended, they were dancing in the street.
[Bm] They [D] died and gone to heaven, that [G] [A] lively little crowd.
[D]
Trombones and saxophones sent them through the [A] clouds.
[D] It could have gone all night, but [G] the party [Bb] had to stop.
When [A] they blew the circuit breaker in the [Fm] [Gm] souvenir [C] shop.
[D] It's the [Eb] Bob Roberts [Em] Society [A] Band, [Gbm] playing [B] every Sunday [E] at the Orange Grove [Db] Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, and [G] they don't play [Bb] loud.
[Bm] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
It's [D] the Bob [A] Roberts [Em] [A] Society [Gbm] Band, playing [F] every Sunday down at [E] the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge.
[G] They don't [Bb] play loud.
[A] It's the magic [Bb]
of the music that [B] still [C] draws [D] the [Bm] crowd.
[D]
Key:
D
A
G
Em
B
D
A
G
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Gbm] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ [Gb] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [A] _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [D] Well, you heard about [A] the alligators [G] sleeping [A] in the shade.
[D] You heard [Eb] about the sugar barons [G] [A] screwing up the glades.
[D] It's a melting pot existence [G] that is [Bb] hard to contemplate, [A] and a never-ending battle
in the sunshine [Bm] state.
[D] But far, far away [G] from the front [A] page news, [D]
far, [B] far away [Em] from the [A] headline blues, [D] down
a [G] secondary road that severely [Gm] shows its age.
[A]
The party comes to life on a [Bm] makeshift stage.
It's [D] the [Cm] Bob [Gm] Roberts Society [A] Band, [Gbm] _
playing [B] every [E] Sunday at the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, [G] and they don't [Bb] play loud.
[B] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
[D] Well, the word [Ab] goes out [Gm] from Melbourne [A] to the Keys.
[D]
The faithful [B] get [Cm] the message like [Em] it's written [A] on the [D] breeze.
Young folks, old [G] folks, about [Bb] to cut a rug.
Rock, strut, bunny hop, [D] do the jitterbug.
The Bob [A] Roberts [G] _ [A] Society Band, [Gbm]
playing every [F] Sunday [E] at the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, and [G] they don't [Gm] play loud.
[D] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
I saw [Ebm] minivans from Boca, [G] buses from [A] Perrine.
[D] There were people [Abm] speaking Hindu [Em] in the barbecue [A] line.
[G] [D] I come along, their honeymoon [G] looked a [Gm] bit confused, [Dm] but the boys in the [Ab] band put them
right in [G] the mood.
[D] They played.
_ _ _ [G] _ [A] A _ [D] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [D]
lady [A] dressed in [Ebm] purple [Em] started dancing all [A] along.
[D] Then she sauntered [B] oh so gently [Em] to the vacant [A] microphone.
[D] She sounded like she's someone [G] who never [Gm] missed a beat.
[Dm] By the time the number ended, they were dancing in the street.
[Bm] They [D] died and gone to heaven, that [G] [A] lively little crowd.
[D]
Trombones and saxophones sent them through the [A] clouds.
[D] It could have gone all night, but [G] the party [Bb] had to stop.
When [A] they blew the circuit breaker in the [Fm] [Gm] souvenir [C] shop.
[D] It's the [Eb] Bob Roberts [Em] Society [A] Band, [Gbm] playing [B] every Sunday [E] at the Orange Grove [Db] Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, and [G] they don't play [Bb] loud.
[Bm] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
It's [D] the Bob [A] Roberts [Em] [A] Society [Gbm] Band, playing [F] every Sunday down at [E] the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge.
[G] They don't [Bb] play loud.
[A] It's the magic [Bb]
of the music that [B] still [C] draws [D] the _ [Bm] crowd.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Gbm] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ [Gb] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [A] _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [D] Well, you heard about [A] the alligators [G] sleeping [A] in the shade.
[D] You heard [Eb] about the sugar barons [G] [A] screwing up the glades.
[D] It's a melting pot existence [G] that is [Bb] hard to contemplate, [A] and a never-ending battle
in the sunshine [Bm] state.
[D] But far, far away [G] from the front [A] page news, [D]
far, [B] far away [Em] from the [A] headline blues, [D] down
a [G] secondary road that severely [Gm] shows its age.
[A]
The party comes to life on a [Bm] makeshift stage.
It's [D] the [Cm] Bob [Gm] Roberts Society [A] Band, [Gbm] _
playing [B] every [E] Sunday at the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, [G] and they don't [Bb] play loud.
[B] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
[D] Well, the word [Ab] goes out [Gm] from Melbourne [A] to the Keys.
[D]
The faithful [B] get [Cm] the message like [Em] it's written [A] on the [D] breeze.
Young folks, old [G] folks, about [Bb] to cut a rug.
Rock, strut, bunny hop, [D] do the jitterbug.
The Bob [A] Roberts [G] _ [A] Society Band, [Gbm]
playing every [F] Sunday [E] at the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, and [G] they don't [Gm] play loud.
[D] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
I saw [Ebm] minivans from Boca, [G] buses from [A] Perrine.
[D] There were people [Abm] speaking Hindu [Em] in the barbecue [A] line.
[G] [D] I come along, their honeymoon [G] looked a [Gm] bit confused, [Dm] but the boys in the [Ab] band put them
right in [G] the mood.
[D] They played.
_ _ _ [G] _ [A] A _ [D] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [D]
lady [A] dressed in [Ebm] purple [Em] started dancing all [A] along.
[D] Then she sauntered [B] oh so gently [Em] to the vacant [A] microphone.
[D] She sounded like she's someone [G] who never [Gm] missed a beat.
[Dm] By the time the number ended, they were dancing in the street.
[Bm] They [D] died and gone to heaven, that [G] [A] lively little crowd.
[D]
Trombones and saxophones sent them through the [A] clouds.
[D] It could have gone all night, but [G] the party [Bb] had to stop.
When [A] they blew the circuit breaker in the [Fm] [Gm] souvenir [C] shop.
[D] It's the [Eb] Bob Roberts [Em] Society [A] Band, [Gbm] playing [B] every Sunday [E] at the Orange Grove [Db] Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge, and [G] they don't play [Bb] loud.
[Bm] It's the magic of the music that still draws the crowd.
It's [D] the Bob [A] Roberts [Em] [A] Society [Gbm] Band, playing [F] every Sunday down at [E] the Orange [A] Grove Stem.
[D] They don't play grunge.
[G] They don't [Bb] play loud.
[A] It's the magic [Bb]
of the music that [B] still [C] draws [D] the _ [Bm] crowd.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _