I Used To Have Money One Time by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Utley

I had Cadillac’s in my future
Debutantes in my past
I made a deal with the devil for a whole lot of money
Thinkin’ it would last and last
But a fool and his money are bound to part
And what goes up must come down
So take my advice, don’t trust the roll of the dice
Keep your feet on solid ground

Chorus:
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Lots of women and wine
But who’s gonna tell a fool? Who’s gonna tell a fool?
Who’s gonna tell a fool? That he ain’t cool

Now thems were hard times back in the eighties boys
People barely had enough to get by
But oh not me foot loose and fancy free
There was nothing to myself I’d deny
So fellas listen to my story now
Though you have heard this tale befo’
Take care of your needs and watch out for your greeds
Or that wolf will be at your door

Chorus:
I used to have money one time
Life of adventure and crime
I used to have money one time
Now I ain’t got a dime
But who’s gonna be the fool? Who’s gonna be the fool?
Who’s gonna be the fool? It still ain’t cool

Who’s gonna tell a fool? Who’s gonna tell a fool?
Who’s gonna tell a fool? It still ain’t cool

 Livin’ It Up by Jimmy Buffett, Josh Leo, and J.D. Souther

He took one last look
Tossed that address book
His odyssey had begun
No time to see sights
Ran all the red lights
Burned all his bridges
Now it’s love on the run

Chorus:
Livin’ it up
Is takin’ all of his time
But he ain’t givin’ it up
It suits his temperament fine

Up on the bandstand, plays for a few fans
Workin’ for minimum wage
He sees her lookin’, his brain is cookin’
She takes her seat at the foot of the stage

Chorus:
Livin’ it up
It’s takin’ all of his time
But he ain’t givin’ it up
It suits his temperament fine

Yeah he loves livin’ it up
And takin’ all of his time
But he ain’t givin’ it up
It never crosses his mind

Didn’t say much, had a soft touch
Knew what felt good in her man
He was the same way, they split the next day
Sang all the way through the Yucatan

Chorus:
Livin’ it up
It’s takin’ all of our time
But we ain’t givin’ it up
It never crosses our mind
No no no he’s just livin’ it up
And takin’ all of his time
But he ain’t givin’ her up
She suits his temperament fine
Yeah she’s just livin’ it up
And takin’ all of his time



California Promises by Steve Goodman

“Steve Goodman came to the studio in L.A. when we were just about to finish the One Particular Harbor album and played this song for me. I had always wanted to try to get Earl Klugh to play one of my records, and I guess the God’s were smiling on us. My dear friend Rita Coolidge was singing background vocals and somehow got in touch with Earl, who was playing a gig in L.A. He came to the studio. Earl was a true gentleman and was taken back by Robert Greenidge’s steel drum parts and the chance to meet Jack Nicholson-I’d called to let Jack know Earl was playing. Jack was an even bigger Earl Klugh fan than I was, and it was fun to watch them give each other compliments. Just another magic night in “show bidness.” - Jimmy

Beneath the moonlit sky
Shadows walk beside the water
Sad goodbyes whispered on the shore

Hear those wind chimes play
They serenade the shadow lovers
Sing and fade away
Like California promises

I will never love another
Wait for me ’til I return

But she never will
He waits for her beside the water
Faithful still to California promises

Instrumental

I will never love another
Wait for me ’til I return

Though she never will
He waits for her beside the water
Faithful still to California promises



One Particular Harbour by Jimmy Buffett and Bobby Holcomb

“I had my sights sets on Tahiti a long time ago and connived my way there through my good friend Tom Moffatt in Hawaii. We went there to play a show to an unknown audience, but that didn’t matter. I still had made it to Tahiti. At the airport we were met by an old expatriated American named Hugh Kelly who had run away from home a long time ago. We became instant friends, and he took me to his home on Moorea in the mountains above Cook’s Bay. When I looked down at the vista, the song came out as if it had been sitting inside of me waiting for the moment.” - Jimmy

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

I know I don’t get there often enough
But God knows I sure do try
It’s a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe

I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can’t explain the likes of me

Chorus:
But there’s this one particular harbour
So far yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear

But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin’ about all the fun we had

I’ve seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin’ different oceans meetin’ cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go ’round

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me

And there’s that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within

Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair’s full gray
And I finally disappear

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE



Why You Wanna Hurt My Heart? by Arthur Neville

Why you wanna hurt my heart?
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
When you know that I love you
Everybody ’round us can see just how it ought to be
Everybody but you

Played your little game of deception
Soon there’s gonna be a connection
When you’re blue, When You’re blue
I know it’s just a cryin’ shame
Nobody left to blame
Nobody but you

If I could turn back, if I could turn back the hands of time
I’d do you a favor, straighten out confusion in your mind
In your mind

Gonna see the voodoo lady
Before this thing drives me crazy
Learn what to do, do about you
Mix me up one of them potions, forget about my emotion
Forget about you

Why you wanna hurt my heart?
Why you wanna hurt my heart?
When you know that I love you
Everybody ’round us can see just how it outta be, everybody but you
Why you wanna hurt my heart?



Honey Do by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Utley

You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don’t just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin’ all of the rounds
It don’t matter if you’re your own date

Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin’ of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can’t pronounce my r’s or g’s when I’m speakin’ Southerneese
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again

I’ve seen your fat cat style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin’ all the while
That’s not my cup of chowder

I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey, do a little toast to me and you

Honey, why couldn’t you have taken the non stop train
I’m hungry and I really want to see you again

I know it’s gettin’ late
Waiter keeps starin’ at your empty plate
Maitre’d keeps tellin’ me
"Sir, she’s just not coming."

Now what the hell does Garcon know
We’ve been through all this before
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again

Honey, why couldn’t you have taken the non stop train?
I’m hungry and I really want to see you again

Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin’ of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can’t pronounce my r’s or g’s when I’m speakin’ Southerneese
Honey do, Honey come and do me again
Yeah, Honey do, Honey come and do me again



We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About by Jimmy Buffett

I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad
That was the way that my parents perceived me
Those were the plans that they had
Though I couldn’t fit the part too dumb or too smart
Ain’t it funny how we all turned out
I guess we are the people our parents warned us about

You know I could have worked the rigs when the money was big Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad
And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
Buyin’ time till things were not so bad
But when I got a guitar found a job in a bar, playin’ acid rock til I was numb
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come

Chorus:
We are the people they couldn’t figure out
We are the people our parents warned us about
Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with you
Clear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin’ on the ocean blue

Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin’ to fight inflation
When it only used to take a cent
Sometimes I wish I was back in my crashpad days before I knew what cash flow meant
Seems everybody’s joggin’ or heavy into health shit
Don’t tell me that I ought to get rolffed
‘Cause I love cajun martinis and playin’ afternoon golf

Chorus:
We are the people there isn’t any doubt
We are the people they still can’t figure out
We are the people who love to sing "Twist and Shout"
(Shake it up, Baby now)
We are the people our parents warned us about



Twelve Volt Man by Jimmy Buffett

“Michael Nesmith once told me a story about a man he ran into down in Baja who is the unknown inspiration for this song. During the Baja race, Michael had broken down somewhere near East Jesus and went to a small village to wait for his repair team. He ran into an American, a fisherman who lived in a small hut with what he called his “essentials”. He had a collection of my albums, packaged margarita mix from America, an old Waring blender, and a tape player hooked up to a peculiar power system made out of a Honda generator and a Sears Die Hard battery. It seems he would fish all week, and on Friday night, he and his friends would hook up the blender and tape player and make margaritas while they sang along to my songs. This ceremony would last until the gas for the generator dried up. I got the inspiration to write this when I was in Isla Mujeres, a small island near Cancun, where life had escaped most of the twentieth century. The tough part was rhyming Die Hard, but with a few inspiring margaritas, the word came. This is one of my favorite songs.” - Jimmy

I never got a grip in penmanship
Could never make those small l’s flow
Seldom found the trick to arithmetic
Three plus two be faux pas
But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
And I’ll make sparks fly ’round your head

I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
So close to my first claim to fame

Just give me the steal sign
And I’ll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some heads

Sometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelings show
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that’s the way the story goes

Now I know this Joe down in Mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he’s been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the Twelve Volt Man

He don’t need no charge card
Just give him a die-hard
And he’ll make sparks fly round your head

Oh just ask for some palm trees
Or tales fromthe South Seas
And I’ll make sparks fly round your head
Round your head
In your head
In your head



Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison

“This has been one of my favorite songs since the early days in New Orleans when it was first a hit. Rumor had it that Van Morrison was a student at LSU and the stadium in the song was Tiger Stadium. Van’s supposed attendance at LSU has been proven untrue, but the song is a summertime anthem. Our addition to this anthem is the great steel drum arrangement written by Robert Greenidge. He thought Van Morrison was from Trinidad and wrote it about the soccer field in Port of Spain. That Van sure got around.” - Jimmy

Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in a hollow
Playin’ a new game

Laughin’ and a runnin’
Skippin’ and a jumpin’
In the misty mornin’ fog
With our hearts a thumpin’
It was you, my brown eyed girl
You, my brown eyed girl

Now what ever happened
Tuesday is oh so slow
Goin’ down the old mine
With a transistor radio

Standin’ in a sunlit lane
Hidin’ ‘hind a rainbow’s wall
Slippin’ and a slidin’
All along the waterfall
It was you, my brown eyed girl
You, my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da

So hard to find my way
Now that I’m on my own
Thought about it just the other day
My, where’s the time all gone

Can’t remember back then Lord
Sometimes I’m overcome thinkin’ ’bout
Makin’ love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With you, my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when
We used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da



Distantly In Love by Jimmy Buffett

“Distance and love; this sounds like an oxymoron. The song was written on the beach of Huahine as I watched the sun drop into the Pacific Ocean. Love songs have never been easy to write. Somehow pain and regret seen to be the only things that can trigger my feelings, and songs are the only way to say what I feel-but once your feelings become a song, they don’t belong to you anymore. They belong to all those people who identify with them.” - Jimmy

Pay phones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin’ by
Lovely dancers swaying to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what’s to be
Writing you this letter that you’ll probably never see

Chorus:
But I can’t help but be
Ruled by inconsistency
Not unique just distantly in love

Tried to phone from Paris thinking
Things could be arranged
Me and you could rendezvous
But I found your number changed
So I drove to San Remo where
The crazy painter dwells
And toasted our old photographs
Still up there on his shelf

But I can’t help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love

I can’t be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I can’t be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces

I heard it from a friend of ours I saw in Timber Bay
That you had a new lover who had Stolen you away
That could be be the reason that I never got in touch
And may present slight problems If he loves you half as much

Chorus

As I who can’t help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I who can’t help but be
Part of my own philosophy
Not unique just distantly in love