Door Number Three by Jimmy Buffett and Steve Goodman

Oh I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn
My turn to have me a ball
Boys at the shop told me just where to stop
If I wanted to play for it all
I didn’t know I’d find her on daytime TV
My whole world lies waiting behind door number three

I chose my apparel, wore a beer barrel
And they rolled me to the very first row
I held a big sign that said "Kiss me I’m a baker
and Monty I sure need the dough!"
Then I grabbed that sucker by the throat
Until he called on me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

And I don’t want what Jay’s got on his table
Or the box Carol Merrill points to on the floor
No, I’ll hold out just as long as I am able
Until I can unlock that lucky door

Well, she’s no big deal to most folks
But she’s everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God be, I lost my seat but I’m not a man to crawl
No I didn’t get rich you son of a bitch
I’ll be back just wait and see
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Yes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

 Dallas by Roger Bartlett

If you ever get the chance to go to Dallas
Take it from me, pass it by
Cause you’ll only sing the blues down in Dallas
Take it from me, don’t go and cry

Chorus
And I’m leaving this town as soon as I can
Gonna stop off for a while and see my woman

People do you wrong down in Dallas
I know well, they’ve done it to me
Stealin’ all your bread, they’re so callous
I know well, just look and see

Chorus

And people like me just can’t be free
The promo man won’t let us us be
If the people who knew could get away
I’m real sure they’d leave today

Now come on down and lose your mental balance
Look at me, half crazy now
Talkin’ to chairs, strange and I know it
Look at me I’m doin’ it now

Chorus



Presents To Send You by Jimmy Buffett

Well now I’m in love with a fast moving angel
Who Dresses like the city girls do
When we’re apart there’s an ache in my heart
When we’re together we’re a hell of a crew

Chorus
And I got presents to send you
Even got money to lend you
But honey I could never ever pretend
your not there on my mind

There sits a fifth of tequila
God I swore I’d never drink it again
But my last little bout
I had my hair pulled out by a man
who wasn’t really my friend
And I know I’ll never see him again

Chorus

Thought I might sail down to Bridgetown
Spend some time in the Barbados sun
But my plans took a skid when I smoked the whole lid
And wound up where I’d begun

Yes and… Chorus



Stories We Could Tell by John Sebastian

Talkin’ to myself again
wonderin’ if this traveling is good
Is they’re something else a doin’
We’d be doin’ if we could

All the stories we could tell
If it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories we could tell

Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Name plate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told about all the times he fell
Singin’ all the stories he could tell

All the stories he could tell
And I bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
And listen to all the stories it could tell

If your on the road trackin’ down your every night
Playin’ for a livin’ beneath the brightly colored lights
If you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
You do it for the stories you can tell

All the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
Just listen to the stories we could
Yes I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some hotel
And listen to the stories it could tell



Life Is Just A Tire Swing by Jimmy Buffett

I remember the smell of the creosote plant
When we’d have to eat on Easter with my
Crazy old uncle and aunt
They lived in a big house Ante Bellum style
And the wind would blow across the old bayou
And I was a tranquil little child

Life was just a tire swing
‘Jambalaya’ was the only song I could sing
Blackberry pickin’, eatin’ fried chicken
And I never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing

In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
Yeah, me and my cousin’ Baxter
In our pup tent with a lamp
And in a few days Baxter went home
And he left me by myself
And I knew that I’d stay, it was better that way
And I could get along without any help
Life was just a tire swing

And I’d never been west of New Orleans
Nor east of Pensacola
My only contact with the outside
world was an R.C.A. Victrola
Elvis would sing and then I’d dream about
expensive cars, and who would’ve figured twenty
years later I’d be rubbing shoulders with the stars
Life was just a tire swing

Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel
But was quickly wakened up by a ‘Ma Bell’
telephone pole, and a bunch of Grant Wood
Faces screaming, ‘Is he still alive?’
But through the window could see
it hangin’ from a tree, and I knew
I had survived

Life was just a tire swing.
Jambalaya’s still the best song that I can sing
Blackberry pickin’, eatin’ fried chicken
And I finally learned a lot about pain
’cause life is just a tire swing



A Pirate Looks At Forty by Jimmy Buffett

“The real pirate’s name was Phillip Clark. He was one of the most unforgettable characters I met when I first lived in Key West, back in the days before it turned into a boutique. When I finished the song, I knew I had done him justice, and it is a fitting eulogy to an old friend. He died a few years ago under an alias, washed up on a beach near San Francisco. They flew his body back to Key West where some of his ashes were scattered at sea, and some still sit above the cash register in the Full Moon Saloon.” - Jimmy

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall
You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all

Watch the men who rode you
Switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams
Most of them dreams

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late
The cannons don’t thunder there’s nothin’ to plunder
I’m an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

I’ve done a bit of smugglin’
I’ve run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami
But I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I’ve got to stop wishin’
Got to go fishin’, I’m down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

Instrumental

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran ‘em away, they’ll come back one day
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile

Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I’ve found
My occupational hazard being my occupation
just not around
I feel like I’ve drowned
Gonna head uptown



Migration by Jimmy Buffett

Lookin back at my background tryin’ to
figure out how I ever got here
Some things are stil a mystery to me
While others are much to clear
I love livin’ in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah, listenin to Murphy, Walker and Willis
Sing me their Texas rhymes

Now most of the people who retire in Florida
are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin’ my keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them
all the way up to fantasy land
They’re ugly and square, they don’t belong here
They look a lot better as beer cans

Chorus
Yeah, That’s why it’s still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happening out there
Never even seen the clues
Whoa, but we’re doin’ fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we’ve been doing our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
and some Texas hidden here in my heart

Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine
If I hadn’t learned how to sing
And on top of that I got married too early
And it cost me much more than a ring
But those crazy days are over
You’ve just got to learn from
the wrong things you’ve done
I came off the rebound, started looking around
Figured out it’s time to have a little fun

Chorus

Well now, if I ever live to be an old man
I’m gonna sail my boat to Martinique
I’m gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suit
and an African parakeet
And then I’ll sit him on my shoulder
and open up my trusty old mind
I’m gonna teach him how to fuss
Teach him how to cuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

Chorus

Yeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
and some Texas hidden here in my heart



Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season by Jimmy Buffett

“My second house in Key West was tucked away under fichus trees near the old Casa Marina Hotel. From my beach I could see the flashing red and green lights that marked the ship channel and ended at the Gulf Stream. Clouds used to gather over the the warm waters and spill out the rain and thunder. It was quite a light show. My front yard was my “thinking spot” in those days. I had a rocking chair and a hammock. When you come to think of it, you don’t need much more.” - Jimmy

Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storms coming soon
I passed out in my hammock
God, I slept way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn’t have to look far
I knew I could use a Bloody Mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar

Chorus
And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can’t run at this pace very long
Yes, it’s quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on

There’s something about this Sunday
It’s a most peculiar gray
Strolling down the avenue
That’s known as A1A
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired
And I knew that it wouldn’t last long
So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
And then I made up this song

Chorus

Well, the wind is blowin’ harder now
Fifty knots of there abouts
There’s white caps on the ocean
And I’m watching for water spouts
It’s time to close the shutters
It’s time to go inside
In a week I’ll be in gay Paris
That’s a mighty long airplane ride

Chorus
Yes, It cleans me out and then I can go on



Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffett

“When I first arrived in Key West, it was still a wide open town where artists, straights, gays, shrimpers, sailors, criminals, and politicians all frequented the same bars. In the middle of this nest of vipers, a group called the “Nautical Wheelers” square danced every Friday night under a big orange-and-white parachute at the old City Hall, next to the Salvation Army outlet where I bought my clothes. It was a change of pace to sit and watch the square dancers perform with such precision before I stumbled back out onto Duval Street where there were no rules.” - Jimmy

Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars
Petticoats rustle, working shoes scuffle
Hustle on down to the bars

Where the jukebox is blastin’
and the liquor is flowing
an occasional bottle of wine
That’s cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time

Chorus
And It’s dance with me, dance with me
Nautical Wheelers
Take me to stars that you know
Come on and dance with me
Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go

Well the left foot it’ll follow where the
Right foot has traveled down to the
Sidewalks unglued
And into the street of my city so neat
Where nobody cares what you do
And Sonna’s just grinnin’
And Phil is ecstatic and
Mason has jumped in the sea
While I’m hangin’ on to a line
from my sailboat oh
Nautical Wheelers save me

Chorus

Well the sunrise’ll bring on the
sleep that’s escaped us and
everyone’s off to their bed
There’ll be huggin’ and squeezin’
a little pleasin’ and teasin’
and rubbin’ of each others’ head
So won’t you dream on comrades
seems nothing affects you
nothing, no reason nor rhyme
That’s cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time


Chorus


Tin Cup Chalice by Jimmy Buffett

“This was my first Key West song. I was running from a bad marriage and a trail of debt, and wound up at the end of America. Nobody cared about either there, and they took the time to applaud the sunset at the end of the day. It was a place for me to hang my hat for awhile.” - Jimmy

I want to go back to the island
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin’
Give me oysters and beer for dinner every day of the year
And I’ll feel fine, I’ll feel fine

Chorus:
‘Cause I want to be there
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine
And I’m-a chewin’ on a honeysuckle vine

Yeah, now the sun goes slidin’ ‘cross the water
Sailboats, they go searchin’ for the breeze
Salt air it ain’t thin
It can stick right to your skin
And make you feel fine
It makes you feel fine

Repeat Chorus

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal
Get that Packard up and let’s move
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind
I’ve made up my mind

Repeat Chorus