Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

I pulled into the regular pump

I was feelin' quite at ease

I rolled down my window and told the man, "Fifty cents worth please"

Then out jumped my partner with his trusty pellet gun

He said, "Boy, this is a holdup, keep 'a pumpin' and don't run"

Chorus

And now I wish I was somewhere other than here

Down in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer

Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here

Cause that great fillin' station holdup

Cost me two good years

We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP

A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV

Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career

We're wanted men, we'll strike again

But first let's have a beer

(Repeat chorus)

We were sittin' in the Krystal

About as drunk as we could be

In walked the deputy sheriff

And he's holdin' our TV

He roughed us and he cuffed us

And he took us off to jail

No picture on a poster

No reward and no bail

(Repeat chorus and fade)

@SONG: Railroad Lady

Railroad Lady

By: Jimmy Buffett, Jerry Jeff Walker

1973

Chorus

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spendin' her days on the train

She's a semi-good looker

But the fast rails they took her

Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

South Station in Boston to the freightyards of Austin

>From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain

Now that the railpacks

Has taken the best tracks

She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Chorus

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spendin' her life on a train

Once a pullman car traveller

Now the brakeman won't have her

She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Once a high ballin' loner he thought he could own her

Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring

She hocked 'em for cold cash

Left town on the Wabash

Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then

But the rails are now rusty

The dinin' car's dusty

Gold plated watches have taken their toll

Yeah the railroads are dyin'

And the lady she's cryin'

On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal

Chorus

She's a railroad lady

Just a little bit shady

Spendin' her life on a train

She's a semi-good looker

But the fast rails they took her

Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again

Yes on a bus to Kentucky and home once again

He went to Paris lookin' for answers

To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive

Savin' the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes

The French wines and cheeses

Put his ambition at bay

The summers and winters

Scattered like splinters

And four or five years slipped away

Then he went to England, played the piano

And married an actress named Kim

They had a fine life, she was a good wife

And bore him a young son named Jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions

Locked in his attic one day

'Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'

And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady

And left him with only one eye

His body was battered, his whole world was shattered

And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a' fallin' he was recallin'

Answers he never found

So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean

And left England without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's

And drinks his Green Label each day

Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin'

But he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion

If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say

"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic

But I had a good life all the way"

And he went to Paris lookin' for answers

To questions that bothered him so

@SONG: Grapefruit-Juicy fruit

Grapefruit-Juicy fruit

By: Jimmy Buffett

1973

Intro

Grapefruit a bathin' suit

Chew a little juicy fruit

Wash away the night

Drive-in you guzzle gin

Commit a little mortal sin

It's good for the soul

Chorus

And oh it gets so damn lonely

When you're on a plane alone

And if I had the money honey I'd strap you in beside me

And never ever leave you leave you at home all alone and cryin'

Ten speed no need

My pickup gets me where I please

Chuggin' down the street

But I'll be leavin'

In a little while

So close your eyes and I'll

I'll be back real soon

Spoken: "Ah, take it Refers... Lady's choice, everybody dance..."

Repeat chorus

Intro

Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way

He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars

The ladies would pay and pay

But one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town

Nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds

He met up with Merrita, a dancer in from the coast

Half woman, half child she drove him half wild

He loved that lady the most

But one night he did find her in the arms of shrimper Dan

So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life

Then he turned his own cold hand

Chorus

It's just a Cuban crime of passion

Messy and old-fashioned

Yeah, that's what the papers did say

It's just a Cuban crime of passion

Anjejo and knives a-slashin'

But that's what the people like to read about

Up in America, up in America

(Repeat Intro chords)

Well now, they never found Merrita

Some people say she got ill

Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him

He was buried on Pauper's Hill

And no one talks about him no more, it happened just a week ago

But people get by and people get high,

In the tropics they come and they go

(Repeat chorus)

(Repeat Intro chords and fade)

Chord diagrams:

I really do, appreciate the fact you're sittin' here

Your voice sounds so wonderful

But your face don't look too clear

So barmaid bring a pitcher, another round a' brew

Honey why don't we get drunk and screw?

Chorus

Why don't we get drunk and screw?

I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you

They say you are a snuff queen

Honey I don't think that's true

So, why don't we get drunk and screw

Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."

Solo

violin)

Chorus

Why don't we get drunk and screw?

I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you

They say you are a snuff queen

Honey I don't think that's true

So, why don't we get drunk and screw?

Yeah, now baby I say, "Lord!,"

Why don't we get drunk and screw

Looking back at my hard luck days

I really do have to laugh

Working in a dive for twenty six dollars

Spending it all on grass

We were hungry hard luck heros

Trying just to stay alive

We'd go down to the corner drug

This is how we'd survive

Chorus

Who's going to steal the peanut butter?

I'll get a can of sardines

Running up and down the aisle of the mini mart

Sticking food in our jeans

We never took more than we could eat

There was plenty left on the rack

We all swore if we ever got rich

We would pay the mini mart back

Yes sir! Yes sir!

We would pay the mini mart back

It was a two man operation

Had it all down on a note

Ricky would watch that big round mirror

And I'd fill up my coat

Then we'd head for the checkout aisle

With a lemon and a bottle of beer

Into to the car, got to make it on home

Supper time's gettin' near

(Repeat chorus)

I guess every good picker has had some hard times

I sure had my share

It's really kind of funny to laugh at it now

But I don't want to go back there

So every now and then when I'm in the grocery

I take a little but not much

You never know when those hard times will hit you

And I don't want to lose my touch

(Repeat chorus)

Intro

(see tab)

Walkin' down new streets the music is loud

Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds

"Run"

But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore

Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more

She and old Cougie, my what a pair

Just doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared

Slidin' and glidin' past Hollywood floors

But they don't dance like Carmen no more

She had a big hat, my it was high

Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky

And how she could balance it, I wouldn't dare

Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere

But the lady's not with us, she died long ago

And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows

Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore

Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more

(Repeat second verse w/ "hardwood waxed floors")

No more, no more

And I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore

But they don't dance like Carmen no more

10 cents a dance, might take a chance (fade)

Days drift by, they don't have names

None of the streets here look the same

There's so many quiet places

Smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces

Chorus

And I have found me a home, I have found me a home

You can have the rest of everything I own

'Cause I have found me a home

My old red bike gets me around

To the bars and the beaches of my town

There aren't many reasons I would leave

'Cause I have found me some peace

And the ladies aren't demanding here,

They'll never ask too much

When you're comin' off a cold love, that's sure

A nice warm touch

(Repeat Chorus)

And the days drift by, they don't have names

And none of the streets here look the same

There aren't many reasons I would leave

'Cause I have found me some peace

(Repeat chorus)

When I pay my bills

Gonna leave these Tennessee hills

Take my lady to the sea

That's where we both come from

That's where we both belong

Think I'll go back to the Keys

Chorus

'Cause I don't want the fame that brings confusion

Where people recognize you on a plane

All I want's the quiet and the comforts

That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Somehow we survived the double talk and jive

Things are looking better all the time

I owe her all I can 'cause she made me understand

The simple way that we should live our lives

Chorus

And I don't want the fame that brings confusion

Where people recognize you on a plane

All I want's the quiet and the comforts

That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat

And there's plenty of that down there by the sea

Well we're sailin' in those warm December breezes

Sendin' picture postcards back to Tennessee

Chorus

Yes and I don't want the fame that brings confusion

Where people recognize you on a plane

All I want's the quiet and the comforts

That livin' with my lovely lady brings

Yeah that livin' with my lovely lady brings

Note:

** This song is played capoed on the 5th fret. The key is generally

** "D" in the verse, but with a bassnote run.

** It's fingerpicked, so play with it a little to get the right sound.

Intro

I once knew a poet who lived before his time

He and his dog Spooner listened while he'd rhyme

Words to make you happy, words to make you cry

Then one day the poet suddenly did die

But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhyme

Through some strange transaction, one was printed in the Times

And everybody's searchin' for the king of underground

Bridge

Well they found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown

Every-body knows the line from his book that cost $4.99

I wonder if he knows he's doin' quite this fine

'Cause his books are all bestsellers

And his poems were turned to song

Had his brother on the talk shows

Though they never got along

And now he's called immortal, yes he's even taught in school

They say he used his talents, a most proficient tool

But he left all of his royalties to Spooner his old hound

Growin' old on steak and bacon in a doghouse ten feet 'round

And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind?

No he was just a poet who lived before his time

He was just a poet who lived before his time

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