Rockefeller Square by Jimmy Buffett and 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 lives
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 mother’s out bettin’ at the track

Camptown ladies sing them songs doo dah doo dah
Now you want to let your hair grow long
And get a little pad uptown
Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards
And use your wits to get around
So you think it’s gonna make you happy
See your story in the evening news
Makin’ a game out of pointin’ the blame
Brother whatcha got to lose

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

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

(So don’t cry boy)
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

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

 Bend A Little by Jimmy Buffett and 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

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

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
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 got to bend a little no matter which side you’re on
Or soon you’ll be gone



In The Shelter by Jimmy Buffett

In the shelter
In the morning as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her cryin’ 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 goin’ well if you could only tell them
How you feel
But they’re too real to understand

Too many trite expressions ended 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
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 taking 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

Too many small suggestions ending in angry questions
from her dad
Too many TV dinners and everyone loves a winner
But she was lost
No one knows the trials she had

In the shelter
In the morning as the sun was brightly beaming
I heard her cryin’ 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



Death Valley Lives 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 your nose and then come say good-bye
And all along tell yourself that I’m wrong if I try
Cryin’ sorry it’s over
I’m not to blame
What a game
Death Valley lives now I’m not even sure what really gives



Livingston’s Gone To Texas by Jimmy Buffett

Nothing here is different
Nothings changed at all
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
You loved him as if he were your husband
Now he’ll be gone awhile

Wrote he had to see 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
Makes sense to you and me

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



England by Jimmy Buffett and Buzz Cason

She’s got a ballpark figure
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 walked out the door
Can’t explain why the woman’s so
It’s gonna rain some more

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 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

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 she’s there

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



Travelin’ Clean by Jimmy Buffett and Lanny Fiel

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 I’m movin’ on yes I’m gone

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 I’m gone I’m movin’ on yes I’m 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 I’m movin’ on yes I’m gone
Come away travelin’ queen



The Hang-Out Gang by Jimmy Buffett and 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

All we were doin’ was hangin’ and little Koochie was sangin’
Mama I’m guilty of 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 southeast 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
(He didn’t have a tag ya’ll)

All we were doin’ was hangin’ and little Koochie was sangin’
Mama I’m guilty of hangin’ out
I know it’s a shabby old building but after all ain’t we gods 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 hangin’ out

All we were doin’ was hangin’ and little Koochie was sangin’
Mama I’m guilty of hangin’ out
I know it’s a shabby old building but after all ain’t we gods children
And Lord it’s a good place for hangin’ out



God Don’t Own A Car by Jimmy Buffett and Buzz Cason

This hotel room’s got a lot of stuff
I have been out wanderin’
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 air 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
But the words 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



High Cumberland Jubilee by Jimmy Buffett and Buzz Cason

This hotel room’s got a lot of stuff
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 Laaaaa
La La La La La La La La Laaaaa

It was a high Cumberland Jubilee
Such a high Cumberland Jubilee



High Cumberland Dilemma by Jimmy Buffett and Buzz Cason

This hotel room’s got a lot of stuff
It’s been a little fever and maybe Bucky Beaver
Who made me pull the lever and leave once again
We chose just not to marry but go ahead and carry
All of our earthly goods and go to live out in the woods

Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air’s appealin’ but there’s more than meets the eye
Meets the eye…

Moonlight on the cabin and you’re too damn cold to sleep
Your head turns from my pillow so I can’t see you weep
See you weep…Sarah sleep

Stoned alone together least the city streets have drains
Standing here ass high up in the rain longin’ for Boston
Once again

Sarah’s cold and hungry and the baby’s due any day
Stuck up in high country and it don’t thaw out ’til May
Here we’ll stay…

Mountain fever’s on me and tonight the truck broke down
Doctor in the valley but we can’t get in to town
He don’t come ’round

Sarah cried for Boston and her mother late last night
I reassured her everything was tight but I’m not sure that it’s all
right…

Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air’s appealin’ but there’s more than meets the eye
Meets the eye.