Chords for Jimmy Buffett - Son of a Sailor - San Diego 2004
Tempo:
124.05 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Jam Along & Learn...
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All right.
nothing for the past four days, we kind of went over
And hey, duh, it's a sailor town.
So we're going to send this out to all of our [C] friends in the armed [G] services tonight
everybody [Eb] yesterday.
in San Diego.
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All right.
nothing for the past four days, we kind of went over
And hey, duh, it's a sailor town.
So we're going to send this out to all of our [C] friends in the armed [G] services tonight
everybody [Eb] yesterday.
in San Diego.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ All right.
_ Well, since we were hanging around doing nothing for the past four days, we kind of went over
and visited the fleet in San Diego.
And _ hey, _ _ duh, it's a sailor town.
I can identify, you know. _ _ _
So we're going to send this out to all of our [C] friends in the armed [G] services tonight
_ and [E] all the sailors on the Reagan who were so nice to everybody [Eb] yesterday.
So here's a little [G] son of a son of a sailor.
For all the sailors in San Diego. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Son of a son, [C]
son of a son, son of a son of [G] a _ sailor.
[F] Son of a God, [C]
load the last time, one step [A] ahead of a tailor.
[G] _ _ Now in the near future, _ [F] southeast [C] _ [G] of disorder, _ [C] you can shake the hand [G] of the man, go man,
as [D] he greets you at [G] the border.
_ _ Lady, she hails from Trinidad, _ [F] _ [C] island of [G] the spices.
[C] What's up for your meeting?
[G]
Cinnamon, sweet and [D] marmalade is for all your [G]
goodbyes.
You got to holla, she admits, [C] we're right on the whip that our poor mother's heart is
[G] before her.
_ [F] Hear the bells ring [C] as the tide rigging sing, it's the son of a [A] God of course, [G] that's right.
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_ _ _ Where this all ends, I can't fathom my friend.
[F] If I knew, [C] I just might toss [G] out my anchor.
_ [C] But I'll cruise along, [G] always searching for songs, [D] not a lawyer, thief, [G] or a banker.
I'm [F] still the son of a son, [C]
son of a son, son of a son [G] of a sailor.
_ [F] The seas in my veins, [C] my tradition remain.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Now I got me a [F] camper.
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_ _ _ Thank y'all. _ _ _
_ This is the Dearest Shakur on vocals right there, ladies and gentlemen.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ All right.
_ Well, since we were hanging around doing nothing for the past four days, we kind of went over
and visited the fleet in San Diego.
And _ hey, _ _ duh, it's a sailor town.
I can identify, you know. _ _ _
So we're going to send this out to all of our [C] friends in the armed [G] services tonight
_ and [E] all the sailors on the Reagan who were so nice to everybody [Eb] yesterday.
So here's a little [G] son of a son of a sailor.
For all the sailors in San Diego. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Son of a son, [C]
son of a son, son of a son of [G] a _ sailor.
[F] Son of a God, [C]
load the last time, one step [A] ahead of a tailor.
[G] _ _ Now in the near future, _ [F] southeast [C] _ [G] of disorder, _ [C] you can shake the hand [G] of the man, go man,
as [D] he greets you at [G] the border.
_ _ Lady, she hails from Trinidad, _ [F] _ [C] island of [G] the spices.
[C] What's up for your meeting?
[G]
Cinnamon, sweet and [D] marmalade is for all your [G]
goodbyes.
You got to holla, she admits, [C] we're right on the whip that our poor mother's heart is
[G] before her.
_ [F] Hear the bells ring [C] as the tide rigging sing, it's the son of a [A] God of course, [G] that's right.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
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_ _ _ Where this all ends, I can't fathom my friend.
[F] If I knew, [C] I just might toss [G] out my anchor.
_ [C] But I'll cruise along, [G] always searching for songs, [D] not a lawyer, thief, [G] or a banker.
I'm [F] still the son of a son, [C]
son of a son, son of a son [G] of a sailor.
_ [F] The seas in my veins, [C] my tradition remain.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
Now I got me a [F] camper.
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_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Thank y'all. _ _ _
_ This is the Dearest Shakur on vocals right there, ladies and gentlemen.
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