 Song Lyrics -> Meet Me in Margaritaville: The Ultimate Collection
Everybody’s Talkin’ by Fred Neil  Everybody’s talkin’ at me Can’t hear a word they’re sayin’ Only the echoes of my mind People stop and stare I can’t see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes Going where the sun keeps shinin’ Through the pourin’ rain Goin’ where the weather suits my clothes Bankin’ off of a northeast wind And sailin’ on a summer breeze Skippin’ over the ocean like a stone Going where the sun keeps shinin’ Through the pourin’ rain Goin’ where the weather suits my clothes Bankin’ off of a northeast wind And sailin’ on a summer breeze Skippin’ over the ocean like a stone Everybody’s talkin’ at me Can’t hear a word they’re sayin’ Only the echoes of my mind I won’t you leave my love behind I won’t you leave my love behind I won’t you leave my love behind No, I won’t you leave my love behind Son of a Son of a Sailor by Jimmy Buffett “Seems Like were visiting old songs like you visit old friends Or Ships visit ports This song first came out on a album called Son of a Son of a Sailor Back when it cost as much to do an album as it did an album cover Songs had a great ride and is still one of my favorites, always a perennial favorite when we go out on tour We got a new set of sails on it this year We have the lovely miss Nadirah Shakoor gonna help us out on this, The Coral Reefers always on the cruise So Let’s set sail, shall we boys?” As the son of a son of a sailor I went out on the sea for adventure Expanding the view of the captain and crew Like a man just released from indenture As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin’ man I have chalked up many a mile Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks And I’ve learned much from both of their styles Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor Son of a gun; load the last ton One step ahead of the jailer Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder You can shake the hand of the mango man As he greets you at the border And the lady she hails from Trinidad Island of the spices Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet And the rum is for all your good vices Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our Forefathers harnessed before us Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings It’s a son of a gun of a chorus Where it all ends I can’t fathom, my friends If I knew, I might toss out my anchor So I’ll cruise along always searchin’ for songs Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor Son of a gun, load the last ton One step ahead of the jailer I’m just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor The sea’s in my veins, my tradition remains I’m just glad I don’t live in a trailer “I’ll take the dock of ship any day Sail on Gardner McKay Sail on Freddy Neil Sail on George Harrison” Knees of My Heart by Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, and Will Jennings I’ve got a question for you Please grant me an interview Don’t want to read it in a magazine Don’t want to see it on the silver screen Don’t let the craziness tear us apart I’m down on the knees of my heart Down here on the knees of my heart This comes from deep in my soul Your sweet love has taken control I’ll swim across the ocean if you tell me so I’ll take you to the jump up if you want to go It never is too late to make a brand new start I’m down here on the knees of my heart Down here on the knees of my heart Oh how I will sing if you give me everything I live for the day when there’s nothing in our way I will be waiting tonight You’ll find my boat by the light I’m gonna show you what my love can do Out on the ocean all alone with you We’ll find a desert island on an ancient chart Take me from the knees of my heart Take me from the knees of my heart Take me from the knees of my heart Take me from the knees of my heart In the Shelter by Jimmy Buffett “Were gonna time travel back to New Orleans Levee along the Mississippi River for an old song, with a little new life” In the shelter, in the morning as the sun was brightly gleaming I heard her crying 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 Nothin’ is goin’ well if you could only tell them how you feel But they’re too real to understand Too many small suggestions ending in forced rejection long ago Too many innocent faces in too many far-out places; something’s wrong Let me tell you that something’s wrong It’s been that way so long, and it’s a shame, Play it Pete On the street car to the city where she knows that she may lose it all riding for just a dime takin’ her own sweet time and knowing well that this could be her final fall past the boutique, down the alley to the river, people pass her by She sits on the big gray rocks takes off her boots and socks not knowing what she will do next just starts to cry To many wild rejections ending in angry questions from her dad To many TV dinners; and everyone loves a winner, but she has lost No ones knows the trials she had In the shelter, in the morning as the sun was brightly gleaming I heard her crying out “What is it all about? I just don’t know, but I can’t go back home.” Hell, I just don’t know, but I can’t go back home Saxophones by Jimmy Buffett I cut my teeth on gumbo rock Benny Spellman and Doctor John Sweet Irma Thomas and Frog man Henry Use to boogie woogie all night long Though I love rock and roll the acoustic guitar was the only way I had of becoming a star I knew it recognized and traveling around But they won’t play my record in my ol’ hometown If I had saxophones Big baritone, cleanin’ up the muddy breaks If I had Saxophones I could get some recognition from that Mobile Alabama DJ Livin’ by the ocean sometimes I get the notion To take my Janey down town We hang out in a funky little bar They call it the Conky Tonk lounge Were we all catch a buzz and play rock and roll Grabbin’ everybody right down in their soul When we get to cookin’ something’s still wrong There’s still something missing from them good old songs If I had saxophones Big baritone, cleaning up the muddy breaks If we had saxophones I could make that joint shimmy like a big California earthquake If I had saxophones Big baritones, cleaning up the muddy breaks If we had saxophones I could get some recognition from that Mobile Alabama DJ “Finally we have saxophones, been watin’ 35 years for those horns” He Went to Paris by Jimmy Buffett He went to Paris looking for answers To questions that bothered him so He was impressive, young and aggressive Saving the world on his own But the warm Summer breezes The French wines and cheeses Put his ambitions at bay 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 Bore him a young son named Jim And all of the answers and all of the questions He locked in his attic one day ‘Cause he liked the quiet clean country living And twenty more years slipped away Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady And left him with only on eye His body was battered, his world was shattered And all he could do was just cry While the tears were falling, he was recalling The 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 He’s writing his memoirs and losing his hearing But he don’t care what most people say Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion If he likes you he’ll smile then 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 looking for answers To questions that bother him so Sail on Sailor by Brian Wilson, Van Dyke Parks, Jack Rieley, Ray Kennedy, and Tandyn Almer I sail an ocean, unsettled ocean Through restless waters and deep commotion Often frightened, unenlightened Sail on, sail on sailor I wrest the waters, fight Neptune’s waters Sail through the sorrows of life’s marauders Unrelenting, often empty Sail on, sail on sailor Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail Seldom stumble, never crumble Try to tumble, life’s a rumble Feel the stinging I’ve been given Never ending, unrelenting Heartbreak searing, always fearing Never caring, persevering Sail on, sail on, sailor I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters Uninspired, drenched and tired Wail on, wail on, sailor Always needing, never bleeding Never feeding all my feelings Damn the thunder, must I blunder There’s no wonder all I’m under Stop your crying and the lying And the sighing and my dying Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor You gotta Sail on, sail on sailor Sail on, sail on sailor The Captain and The Kid by Jimmy Buffett I never use to miss the chance to climb upon his knee and listen to those many tales of life upon the sea We’d go sailing back on barkentines and talk of things he did, tomorrow just a day away for the Captain and the Kid His world had gone from sailing ships to raking mom’s back yard he never could adjust to land although he tried so hard We both were growing older then and wiser with our years that’s when I came to understand the course his heart still steers He died about a month ago while winter filled the air and though I cried, I was so proud to love a man so rare He’s somewhere on the ocean now the place he ought to be with one hand on the starboard rail he’s waving back at me I never use to miss the chance to climb upon his knee and listen to those many tales of life upon the sea We’d go sailing back on barkentines and talk of things he did, the world was just a day away for the Captain and the Kid For the Captain and this kid
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