Jimmy Buffett Album

By: Jimmy Buffett

Hardly seems a long time
Just a minute of the day
But the man who stood beside me
More than gave himself away
The food stain on his spotted shirt
A gray beard on his face
A man composed of many names
So I just called him Ace

Chorus:
But Ace can't read and Ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find

Born in Mississippi
Picking cotton as a child
Left soon for the city
Where he heard that life was wild
That was fifty years ago
When nothing's really strange
From a poor dirt farm to dirty streets
Is really not much change

Chorus:
And Ace can't read and Ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find

Go back to the country
No he really can't do that
Wasted years have left him
Nothing but an old straw hat
So he puts it on his head
And waves a last good-bye
No time left to turn around
And no time to ask why

Chorus:
Ace can't read and Ace can't write
And he sleeps on a bench at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
And this old world has left poor Ace behind

By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason

Did you ever just want to lay down
Tell the world you've had enough
Did you ever just want to drop out
When the goin' got a little bit rough
Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry
Have you ever really had the blues
So now you want to see how the other half live
Well brother whatcha got to lose

Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home
And you never think of ever goin' back
Your father's makin' money for the good of the country
And your mama's out bettin' at the track

Camptown ladies sing them songs doo dah doo dah

And now you gonna to let hair grow long
Get a little pad uptown
Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
And use your wits to get around
And you think it's gonna make you happy
See your story in the evening news
And you know its just a game of tryin' to point the blame
Brother whatcha got to lose

Chorus:
Hey lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground world don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be piece of daddy's kingdom for you

Now Rocky you sure hurt your mama
And your daddy got an ulcer for a year
With the stock market shot and the war's still hot
It sure was a cruel thing to do

So don't cry boy

Chorus:
Hey lonely Rockefeller Square
The underground life don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through
There'll still be piece of daddy's kingdom for you

Money to pay, money today
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray

Money today, money to pay
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray

Money today, money to pay
Don't you go gay
Rocky better pray

Money today, money to pay
Don't you go gay...

By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason

Evil, it's been here all along
Good things, they just seem to have come and gone
In my life I have seen so much go wrong
And there's only one way left for us to get along

Chorus:
You got to bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone

Papers, they print it every day
Housewife, wraps the garbage then throws it away
I don't guess she thinks they have that much to say
But when the time is right she'll be the lady with so much to pay

Chorus:
You got to bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone

History, it teaches much too well
Nations, had to rise up before they fell
And my eyes see the story they're tryin' to tell
And tonight I think I heard the final toll of the bell

Chorus:
We better bend a little one way or the other
You got to leave your mind open to discover
Seems I've been fightin' it all along
You've got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
Or soon you'll be gone

Seems I've been fightin' it all along
I've been a fightin' and a fightin'
Got to bend a little no matter which side you're on
It's a long and and dirty battle
It seems I've been fightin' it all along
I've been a tearin' and a pullin'
Got a bend a little no matter which side you're on
Yes I know cause
It seems I've been fightin' it all along
I've been a punchin' and a gougin'
And it seems it don't matter which side you're on
I've been a tearin' and a rippin' and
It seems I've been fightin' it all along

By: Jimmy Buffett

In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her crying out, "What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home."

Lonely princess
All the days out on your own are growing empty
Nothing is going well
If you could only tell them how you feel
They're too real to understand

Chorus:
Too many trite expressions
Ending in forced rejections long ago
Too many innocent faces
Too many far out places something's wrong
Let me tell you that something's wrong
It's been that way so long, and it's a shame

On the street car
To the city where she knows that she might lose it all
Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time
And knowing well this could be her final fall

Past the boutique
Down the alley to the river, people pass her by
Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks
And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry

Chorus:
Too many small suggestions
Endin' in angry questions from her dad
Too many T.V. dinners
And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost
No one knows the trials she had

In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming
I heard her crying out, "What is it all about?
I just don't know, but I can't go back home."

Lord, I just don't know, but I can't go back home.

By: Jimmy Buffett

It's the ways of her father
If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet
And the desert is calling to me
Run before the final trap is set
All roads lead to the city
Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same
Lady lays out the pattern
With the parts of her body that seem tame
Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives

Act like a child and I'll respond with my well-rehearsed farewell
Quoting the verse that you bought but weren't quite prepared to sell
Saying I think I love you
Maybe I care
It's not fair
Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives

And it's a sore spot when the room's burning hot
And the desert air just cannot bring you down
Still the bed's warm but a cold arm
Keeps me floating inches off the ground
Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives

Go paint your toes wipe you nose and then come to say goodbye
And all along tell yourself I am wrong if I try
Crying sorry it's over
I'm not to blame
What a game
Death valley lives now I'm not even sure what really gives

Ho, Ha

By: Jimmy Buffett

Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
And Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball

They say he learned to be a cowboy
They say he learned to rope and ride
But I wonder if he ever
Thinks about the tears his woman cried

Now Holly won't you let me
Try and make you smile
Now you loved him as if he were your husband
Now he'll be gone awhile

Wrote he had to see the the country
On starry nights he wished that you were there
And so it shows wherever he goes
Deep inside you know he really cares

It's crazy and it's different
But it's really being free
And reasons the world would want to question
Make sense to you and me

Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
Livingston's still in Texas
The snow's about to fall

By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason

I have watched as the sun went down
I have crashed as the room spun around
Now she's gone, she can't be found

And I'm down where I've been before
Sat and watched as she bolts out the door
Can't explain why the woman's sore
It's gonna rain some more

Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if's she's there

'Cause she took every cent of mine
Paid it all to the Pan Am line
Though she's gone, I hope she's fine
Fly love of mine

Chorus:
Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England
Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare
Now I wonder if's she's there

So tally-ho
Jolly good show
My woman's gone to England

By: Jimmy Buffett

You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In a nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone

Chorus:
No time to look back
We've crossed the last track
Travelin' free and travelin' wild
With my barefoot blue-eyed travelin' child
And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone

Run away queen
Travelin' clean

You tell your mother
That you love another
Runnin' with a free-born man
That asks more of you than your hand
And you're gone you're movin' on yes you're gone

Run away queen
Travelin' clean

You go to Fargo
We'll meet in Chicago
Travelin' light and travelin' clean
In my nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine
And I'm gone

Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean
Come away, runaway queen
On her way and travelin' clean

By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason

The tour bus passed here yesterday
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard

The hang out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round they brought back
Four new groupies and a St. Bernard

We're peaceful and abiding cats some call Gypsies
Some call brats but bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus

Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out

The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled sir I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our St. Bernard
It didn't have a tag y'all

Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out

Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'Til we both turn blue mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out

Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out

All we was doin' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out

-- Spoken (Dialogue)
"Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago. Fixed up that little cabin on the
ridge. They really them long hairs? Well, Homer seen 'em. Homer seen how long it
was. Still reckon I seen it. They a bunch of weirdos. One of them had a little
instrument looked like a mandolin. Why Lord, they might freeze to death up there
this winter. Well. Homer, turn that radio down."

By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason

I have been out wandering
I have traveled far
One conclusion I have made
Is God don't own a car

He don't wear no fancy clothes
He'd rather take the bus
He would pay a tourist fare
So he could sit with us

He don't have no tambourine
Guitar or slide trombone
The music we make here on Earth
The words they are His own

And when we finally reach His home
And walk among the stars
He'll join our band then we'll understand
Why God don't own a car

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason

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 Laaaa
La La La La La La La La Laaaa

It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee
yeah

I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to climb up in the tree
I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain
I'm goin' to see what I can see
You know...

It was a high cumberland jubilee
Such a high cumberland jubilee