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Jimmy Buffett Album


License To Chill (07/13/2004)
07/13/2004
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by Hank Williams Sr.
with George Strait, Kenny Chesney, Clint Black, and Toby Keith

(Jimmy)
Hey, Hey, Good Lookin', whatcha got cookin'
How's about cookin' something up with me

(George Strait)
Hey, sweet baby, don't you think maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe.

(Alan Jackson)
I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill
(Clint Black)
And I know a spot right over the hill
There's soda pop and the dancin's free
So if you wanna have fun come a- long with me.

(Kenny Chesney)
Say Hey, Good Lookin', whatcha got cookin'
(Toby Keith)
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.

(Jimmy)
Let's stir it up boys.

(Jimmy)
I'm free and I'm ready
maybe we can go steady
(Clint)
How's about savin' all your time for me
(Kenny)
No more lookin',
(Toby)
I know I've been tooken
(George)
How's about keepin' steady company.

(Kenny)
I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
(Toby)
And find me one for five or ten cents.
(George)
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
(Clint)
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on ev'ry page.

(All)
Hey, Hey, Good Lookin',
(Alan)
Whatcha got cookin'
(Jimmy)
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.
(Clint)
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.
(George)

. . .


by Guy Clark

It's time for a change
I'm tired of that same ol' same
The same ol' words the same ol' lines
The same ol' tricks and the same ol' rhymes

Days precious days
Roll in and out like waves
I got boards to bend I got planks to nail
I got charts to make I got seas to sail

I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build

Sails are just like wings
The wind can make 'em sing
Songs of life songs of hope
Songs to keep your dreams afloat
I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will
Cause I've got boats to build

Shores distant shores
There's where I'm headed for
Got the stars to guide my way
Sail into the light of day

I'm gonna build me a boat
With these two hands
It'll be a fair curve
From a noble plan
Let the chips fall where they will

. . .


(with Kenny Chesney)
by Jimmy Buffett, Mac McAnally and Alan G. Anderson

(Jimmy Buffett) Work, work, work
Big pile of it and the boss is a jerk.
Just want to disappear
Wishin' I was somewhere other than here.

Livin' for the weekend,
Jumpin' off the deep end,
With just enough money to buy
A license to chill
And I believe I will

Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, and songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill

(Kenny Chesney) Girls, girls, girls
Ain't nothin' like them in the whole wide world.
So damn smart and cute,
And it's amazing what they pass off as a bathing suit.
Winners and losers
Sailors and cruisers
We're all qualified, for a license to chill
And I believe I will

Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
Trouble turns funny, an songs get sung
A little bit of money, the night's still young
Leave me alone I've got a license,
A license to chill

(Jimmy and Kenny) A license to chill
And I believe I will
Let the rat race run, roll around in the sun until
(Kenny) Trouble turns funny, and songs get sung
(Jimmy) A one note samba lasts all night long
Leave me alone I've got a license,
(Jimmy & Kenny) A license to chill
A license to chill

(Jimmy spoken) Ramos go rent me a coupe deville
Hey JL, where's that barbecue grill
Head on down to Margaritaville
Have me a cheeseburger with a big pickle dill
Jesus, I sound kinda mentally ill
I guess I better go turn on Dr Phil

. . .



Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain
Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain
Most every day goes by according to design
I live this dream and still it seems I have you on my mind

From the bottom of my heart
Off the coast of Carolina
AFter one or two false starts
I believe we found our stride
And the walls that won't come down
We can decorate or climb
Or find some way to get around
Cause I'm still on your side
From the bottom of my heart.

I can't see the future
But I know it's coming fast
It's not that hard to wind up knee-deep in the past
There come alot of Mondays
Since that phone booth that first night
Tears and miles and years and smiles
I wanna get it right.

Chorus

Music Bridge

These days I get up about the time I used to go to bed
Living large was once the deal
Now I watch the stars instead
They're timeless and predictable
Unlike most things that I do
I tell the wind and my old friend
I'm headed home to you.


. . .


by Will Kimbrough

I'm a piece of work, I'm iron and lace
I'm shy, I'm right up in your face
I'm all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass.
I'm a sweetheart, genius, reckless jerk.
Lord, have mercy, I'm a piece of work.

Well the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I'd remeber him or her
In the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death-sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Even better, bad to worse,
Down to the letter, I'm a piece of work.

I'm a piece of work I'm an angels fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I'm zen wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God almighty, What a piece of work.

I'm a dreadful sight, I just don't care
Spent all morning pull out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
I was half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, bloody mary, please
Wipe that smile right off your knees
I'm the CEO of the mailroom clerks
Lord have mercy, I'm a piece of work.

I'm a piece of work, I'm a love sick boy
Cloth cap, caviar, and corduroy
All over the map, justa lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choirboy's face
Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out woman, I'm a get to you
I'm a gladiator with a mind to irk

. . .


by Bruce Cockburn

Tomorrow may come, it usually does
Don't know what it will bring to the two of us
I just want you to know
What I'm ready to do

Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you

When I'm holding you tight, you give me the power
To burn like a torch in the darkest hour
Tell me what you need
I will surely come through

Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you

Passion runs deep, it's scary sometimes
When it's larger than life or your peace of mind
It's got me all the same
And I'm not sorry that's true

Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you
Anything, anytime, anywhere
For you
Anything, anytime, anywhere

. . .


(with Martina McBride)

[Jimmy Buffett]
Hear 'em singing happy birthday
Better think about the wish I make
This year gone by
Ain't no piece of cake

[Martina McBride]
Every day's a revolution
Put 'em together and it comes undone
Just one more candle and a trip around the sun

I'm just hanging on while this old world keeps spinning
And it's good to know it's out of my control
If there's one thing that I've learned from all this living
It's that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go

Though you never see it coming,
Always wind up wondering where it went
Only time will tell
If it was time well spent

It's another revelation,
Celebrating what I should have done
With these souvenirs from my trip around the sun

I'm just hanging on while this old world keeps spinning
And it's good to know it's out of my control.
If there's one thing that I've learned from all this living
It's that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go.

Yes I'll make a resolution
That I'll never make another one.
Just enjoy this ride on my trip around the sun.

Just enjoy this ride

. . .


Jimmy Buffett and Bill Withers

One, two, three...

When you find out things about yourself
That you hadn't ought to know
When your grandma calls and books you
On the Jerry Springer Show
And you find out you and your wife of 10 years
Just might be related
Brother, life's not over
It's just simply complicated.

There's other situations that might challenge you I guess
When your daughter tries out for the football team
And your son tries on her dress.
And you start to think that the devil's in charge
Of how you're situated.
Life is still worth living
It's just simply complicated

Life is complicated with its ifs and ands and buts
It's alright to be crazy, just don't let it drive you nuts.

My daughter wants to go on dates
I think I'll let her go.
But she better not be movin' at the movin' picture show.
Or stop by all those conchy tonks and get inebriated
Ain't it all a caution, it's just simply complicated.

Now I'm having a big problem with my present day career
My ship, she has a rudder, but I don't know where to steer.
Am I country, pop, or rock and roll
I know they are related
So I'll just let you be the judge
It's simply complicated

Life is complicated with its ifs and ands and buts
It's alright to be crazy, just don't let it drive you nuts.

Life is complicated
No shit!

. . .


Jimmy Buffett

Well I'm a tidal pool explorer
From the days of my misspent youth
I believe that down on the beach
Where the sea gulls preach
Is where the Chinese buried the truth.

So I dig in the sand
With my misguided hands
And if I dig deep enough
Hell I just might dig it up
Talkin' about treasure
Talkin' about pleasure
Talkin' about love

Now I'm a reader of the night sky
And a singer of inordinate tunes
That's how I float across time
Livin' way past my prime
Like a long lost baby's balloon.

So I hang on to the string
Work that whole gravity thing
But when my space ship goes pop
Back to the earth I will drop
Into the sea
Or the limbs of a tree
Or the wings of my love

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How 'bout you, how 'bout you?

They say that time is like a river
And stories are the key to the past
But now I'm stuck in between
Here at my typing machine
Trying to come up with some words that will last.

It's so easy to see that we live history
And if I just find the beat
I know I'll land on my feet
I always do
Hadn't got a clue
'Cause it comes from above.

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe invent me a story or two
I've got coastal confessions to make
How 'bout you, how 'bout you?

Let's go to church, Sonny...

(musical bridge)

So bless me father, yes I have sinned.
Given the chance I'll probably do it again
I don't need absolution
Just a simple solution will do.

So let's talk about the future
Or the consequences of my past
I've got scars, I've got lines
I'm not hard to define
Just an altar boy covering his ass.

I know I can't run and hide
But just hang on for the ride
There will be laughter and tears
As we progress through the years
But still it's fun
Hey I'm not done
Gonna dance 'till I fall

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Maybe have me a boat drink or two
It's just the coastal confessions I hear
Tell the truth, tell the truth
I've got some coastal confessions to make
How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you
And you, and you, and you
Uh… 42 years since my last confession
Well Father, do you have the rest of the week
Let's get started
I had impure thoughts
I smoked some pot
Stole some peanut butter
Father, wake up.

. . .


by Paul Hampton and Hal David

The lights In the harbor
Don't shine for me
I'm like a lost ship adrift on the sea
Sea of heartbreak
Lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress
So divine I wish you were mine
Again my dear
I am on this sea of tears
Sea of heartbreak

How did I lose you
Oh where did I fail
Why did you leave me
Always to sail

Oh what I'd give to sail back to shore
Back to your arms once more

Come to my rescue
Come here to me
Take me and keep me

. . .


(with Clint Black)
by Jimmy Buffett and Bingo Gubelman

(Jimmy) Bella was bored to death at South Beach
Not one celebrity spotted in days
She was tired of her mood
Lunchin' on vegan food
She was tired o' just soakin' up rays.

Then she saw him pull up to the stop light
In an ol' ragtop that she couldn't name
He said a-hop inside
I'm heading south ..take a ride
I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame
U. S. 1
Heading down U. S. 1

(Clint) Lenny said
How 'bout lunch in Key Largo?
There's a fish sandwich place down the road
Kinda out in the sticks
But we can be back by six
Never leave our area code.
Well geography wasn't her strong point
She'd never been past the Dade Land mall
So they stopped on the way
Lenny was happy to pay
For her new thong and purple beach ball.

(Jimmy and Clint)
They're goin' Conky Tonkin'
Cruisin' on a weekend buzz
Really Conky Tonkin'
Doin' it just because.

(Jimmy) Havin' too much fun to turn back
They're explorers in a hotrod Ford
They counted sea birds and cars
Stopped at all the cool bars
(Jimmy and Clint) Harmonically they struck a chord

(Jimmy) Stop, what was that?

Somewhere in the middle of the seven mile bridge
He said Bella, do you wanna see the rest?
She said I haven't a care, Lenny.
Just take me there.
And they drove all the way to Key West

(Clint) Well she'd never seen anything like it
In all of her 26 years
Bella was feeling the groove
Lenny was makin' his move
They were quite a pair of pioneers.

(Jimmy and Clint)
They goin' conky tonkin'
Cruisin' down U S. 1
They'll be conky tonkin'
Tryin' to catch up with the sun.

They'll be conky tonkin'
Their engine is about to explode
Goin' conky tonkin'
Hey, they'll meet you at the end of the road.

(Jimmy - spoken) End of the road...
What do you do then?
Rev it up and jump that bucket to Havana

We're goin' conky tonkin!

. . .



Don't break my heart again
Let it end
You don't love me
Don't make me start again
It's aching in my heart
Don't make me hope again
Knowing when you've grown tired of me
That you just disappear and leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again

Don't give me hope
And take it away
Cause I'll show my weakness
Make you to stay
Don't give me something
To build all around
And just for a thrill
You tear it all down

Don't make me dream again
It's a sin to make love to me
And then just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again

Don't give me hope
And take it away
Cause I'll show my weakness
Make you to stay
Don't give me something
To build all around
And just for a thrill
You tear it all down

Don't make me hope again
Knowing when you've grown tired of me
That you just disappear and leave me waiting here

. . .



A broken promise I kept too long
A greasy shade and a curtain drawn
A broken glass and a heart gone wrong
That's my window on the world

A cup of coffee in a shaky hand
Wakin' up in a foreign land
Tryin' to act like I got somethin' planned
That's my window on the world

chorus 1:
That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
Don't let mama cut those curfs
That's my window on the world

In broad daylight that circus tent
Pulled up stakes
I don't know where it went
A close dark room with a busted vent

That's my window on the world
I think about you when I'm countin' sheep
I think about you, then I can't sleep
I think the ocean is just so deep
That's my window on the world

chours 2:
That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
The queen of Sheba meets the duke of earle
That's my window on the world

Down on Indiana Avenue
Wes and Jimmy, man they played the blues
I guess they were only passin' through
That's my window on the world

chorus 1

. . .


by Bruce Cockburn

All the days we've been together
All the days we've been apart
Add up to a bunch of nothing
If I'm not still in your heart
I never want you to be
Just a page in my history
Someone I used to love

Your voice breathed in my ear
Or on the telephone
All the tender things we've whispered
To keep from feeling alone
May they never come to be
Just cold gems set in memory
Of someone I used to love

This current flows between us
That will not be denied
You draw me in towards you
Like the moon pulls at the tide
May no shadow ever fall
That will make me have to call

. . .


by Robert Hunter

As I was walkin' round grosvenor square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try

She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew without askin' she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls

In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before

Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right

Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by

Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two"
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand

. . .


by Leon Russel

Now the day is done
And I sit alone and think of you girl
What would I do without you in my life

Wonderin' if you love me or
just playing a fool of me.
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island

And watch the sun go down
Listen to the sea roll in
I'll be thinkin' of you
And how it might've been
Listen to the nightbird cry
Watch the sun set die
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island

Threaded in my heart
Tears are falling down
I know down in my soul
I'm really gonna miss you

Caan't end this way
For all the games we've played.
So I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island

And watch the sun go down
Listen to the sea roll in
I'll be thinkin' of you
And how it might've been
Listen to the nightbird cry
Watch the sun set die
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island

And watch the sun go down
Listen to the sea roll in
I'll be thinkin' of you
And how it might've been
Listen to the nightbird cry
Watch the sun set die
Well I hope you understand
I just had to go back to the island

I hope you understand

. . .


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