Chords for Jimmy Buffett - Migration.wmv

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Whoa, looking back in the background, trying to [G] figure out how I ever got here. _ _
Some things are still a mystery to me, [C] while others are much too clear.
I'm [F] just living in the sunshine, [C] sticking to it most [Am] of the time. _
[D] Yeah, listening to Murphy, Walker, and Willis sing me their [G] Texas rhymes. _
_ _ _ _ [C] Most of the people who retire in Florida [G] are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.
_ And mobile homes and slobbering machines, [C] I hate those bastards so much.
[D] I [F] wish they'd come as far as close them all [C] the way up to [Am] Fantasyland.
_ [D] Yeah, they're ugly and square.
They don't belong here.
They [F] look a lot [G] better as [C] beer tanks.
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[Am] that's why it's still a mystery to me, [G] why some people live like the few. _ _
[Am] So many nice things happening out there, [D] but never even a [G] single clue. _
[F] Whoa, but we're doing fine.
We can travel and rhyme [C] and throw.
We've been doing [Am] our part. _
[F] Got a Caribbean soul [C] I can barely control, [D] as the Texas hit me with [Am] my heart. _ _
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_ _ Well, now, I might have joined the merchant league [G] if I hadn't learned how to sing.
And on top of all that, I got married too early.
[C] It cost me much more than a ring.
But now [F] those crazy days are over.
She's [C] gotten learned from the wrong [Am] things she does.
I [D] came off the rebound, started looking around, [F] figured out it's [G] time to have a [C] little fun.
_ _ _ Yeah, _
[Am] that's why it's still a mystery to me, [G] why some people live like the few. _ _
[Am] So many nice things happening out there, [D] but never even [G] a single clue. _
[F] Whoa, but we're doing fine.
We can travel and rhyme [C] and throw.
We've been doing [Am] our part. _
[F] Got a Caribbean soul [C] I can barely control, [G] as the Texas hit me with [Am] my heart. _
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_ _ Well, now, if I ever live to be an old man, I'm [G] gonna sail down to Martinique.
[D] _ _ [G] I'm gonna buy me a sweat stain, broken-guard suit, [C] and an African parakeet.
_ [D] And then [F] I'll sit him on my shoulder and [C] open up my trusty [Am] old mind.
_ [D] I'm gonna teach him how to trust, teach him how to fuss, and [F] pull the cork [G] out of a bottle [C] of wine.
_ _ _ _ Yeah, [Am] that's why it's still a mystery to me, [G] why some people live like the few. _
[Am] So many nice things happening out there, [D] but never even a [G] single clue.
Yeah, [F] but we're doing fine.
We can travel [E] and rhyme [C] and throw.
We've been doing [Am] our part. _
[F] Got a Caribbean [C] soul I can barely control, [G] as the Texas hit me [Am] with my heart. _ _
_ Yeah, [F] got a Caribbean soul [C] I can barely control, as [G] the Texas hit me with [F] my heart.
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