Chords for Jimmy Buffett (Bubba) Live in Chicago Wrigley Field. A Pirate Looks At 40-Margaritaville

_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, I can tell by the design of my guitar strap _ that we're about to do a pirate song. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] And if you know your history of [N] this city, there have been a few pirates running around
the streets of Chicago over the years.
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So anybody that still has a [Gm] little Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, or Becky Thatcher in your heart, _
_ _ as I still do, and if you're celebrating your 40th birthday tonight, boy, are you in the right place. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _
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Mother, mother ocean, _ _ _ I have heard you call. _
_ _ [C] Wanted to sail upon your [Dm] waters [C] since I was [G] three feet tall.
_ You've [Am] seen it all. _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] You've seen [G] it all. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Watch the man who rode, _ _ _ _ switch from sail to steam.
_ _ [C] In your belly you can hold the treasures you have ever [G] seen.
Most of them [Am]
dream.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] Most of them dream. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yes, I am a pirate.
_ _ _ 200 years too late.
_ _ _ [C] Cannons, dog thunder, there's nothing to plunder.
I'm an over 40 victim of [G] fate.
Driving too [Am] late.
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[Am] Driving too late. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I've done a bit of swatting.
_ _ I've run my share of grass.
_ [Bm] _ I've [C] made enough money to buy _ Miami, but I missed it away so [G] fast.
Never meant to [Am] last. _ _ _ _
Never _ meant to last. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] I have been drunk, never _ overdosed. _
Passed out and I [G] rallied and I sprung a few leaks, but I [C] got to stop wishin'.
Gotta go fishin' down to rock bottom again.
_ Just a few [Am] friends. _ _ _
_ _ [Am] Just a few [G] friends. _
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_ _ _ _ Thank you my friends.
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[G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Well I go for younger women. _
I live with several of why. _
No, [C] I ran them away.
Hell, they come back one day if they still can manage [G] mine.
Just takes a while. _ _
_ [G] _ [Am] Just takes a while.
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Mother, mother ocean. _
After all my years, I found.
[E] _ [C] My occupational _ hazard is.
[C] My occupation's just not [G] around.
I feel like [Am] I've drowned. _ _
_ [G] _ [Am] But I won't wear brown. _
_ _ _ _ Feel like I've drowned.
_ Oh, _ [Am] I'll try not [G] to get in trouble in this town. _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] Miss Amy Lee on that saxophone. _ _ _ _ _ _
You're [Gb] in the zone right now. _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [E] In margarita billows.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Nibbling on sponge cake.
_ _ _ _ Watching the sun bake.
_ _ _ _ All of you parrot heads covered with [A] oil.
Laced grass skirts.
[E] Hats.
_ [A] _ _ Straw man my six string.
_ _ _ On my front porch swing.
_ _ _ _ Smell of shrimp hit it again at the [D] bar.
_ Bubba, bubba, bubba, bubba.
[E] _ _ [G] _ _ Wasted [A] away again in [D] margarita billows. _
_ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ Searching for [A] my lost shaker [D] sound. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ Some people [A] claim that there's [D] a problem to blame.
But I [Em] know _ [A] _
_ this is [D] somebody's fault. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I don't know the reason.
_ _ _ _ Stayed here all season.
_ _ _ With nothing to show but this brand new [A] tattoo.
_ I think I'll get a new one.
_ _ But it's a real beauty.
_ _ All those sweet Chicago cuties.
_ Or maybe she snuck in from fond du lac.
I haven't got a [D] clue. _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _ Wasted [A] away again in [D] margarita billows.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ Searching for [A] my lost shaker [D] sound. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Some people [A] claim that there's [D] a woman [G] to blame.
And [A] I know _ _ _ it's all you [D] women's fault. _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I blew out my flip flop.
_ _ _ _ Stepped on a pop top.
_ _ _ I broke my leg twice.
I had to limp on [A] back home. _ _
_ _ _ _ But this booze and blender.
_ _ _ _ Sitter and [E] dirt.
_ [A] That frozen concoction that helps me [D] hang on. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Wasted [A] away again in [D] margarita billows.
Yes I am, yes [E] I am.
[G] I'm searching for [A] my lost shaker [D] sound.
Sound, sound.
_ _ [G] _ Some people [A] claim that there's [D] a woman [G] to blame.
But I [Em] know _ [A] _
it's my own [D] damn fault.
You bet it is.
_ [E] Yeah.
[G] _ Some people [A] claim that there's a [D] _ woman [G] to blame.
There [E] always is and I know _ _ _
[A] it's my own [D] damn fault. _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I don't take the blame, Annie McPail.
Thank you, Chicago.
One and all. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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