Volcano by Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes, and Harry Dailey

“One of the wildest times I’ve ever had in my career was an expedition to the Caribbean Island of Montserrat to record an album. The events which took place could fill a book, and one day they just might. The whole time we were there, the volcano above the studio seemed to be waiting for us to do it justice. One day Keith Sykes came into our house strumming his little Martin, singing the chorus. I took it from there, and the gods of the volcano appeared to be satisfied.” - Jimmy

Now, I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Let me say it now
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow

Ground, she movin’ under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulfur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly

Chorus
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
when the volcano blow

My girl quickly say to me
"Mon you better watch your feet"
Lava come down soft and hot
"You better lava me now or lava me not

Chorus

No time to count what I’m worth
cause I just left the planet Earth
Where I go I hope there’s rum
Not to worry mon soon come

Chorus

But I don’t want to land in New York City
I don’t want to land in Mexico
I don’t want to land on no Three Mile Island
I don’t want to see my skin a-glow

Don’t want to land in Comanche Sky Park
or in Nashville, Tennessee
I don’t want to land in no San Juan airport or
the Yukon Territory

Don’t want to land no San Diego
Don’t want to land in no Buzzards Bay
I don’t want to land on no Ayatollah
I got nothin’ more to say

Chorus

 Treat Her Like A Lady by Jimmy Buffett and Dave Loggins

“This was written for the whales-animals in danger of extinction the way I thought I was at the time. Music changed on us almost overnight, and the singer/songwriter breed who populated the music scene of the seventies seemed to be headed for the proverbial “elephant burial ground.” James Taylor added his distinctive voice to this track and made the lines I cherished come alive. As it turned out, a lot of us old elephants are still alive and kicking and happy to be here. Good songs tell stories, and good stories seem to last longer than video tapes. Thank God.” - Jimmy

Some of us sailors call her home
She’s big and she’s strong and she’s mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that’s the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady

Now I don’t like the sound of the ground movin’ round
Or winds spinnin’ out of control
California earthquakes only seem to make me
shake, rattle and roll

I’ve been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars and phones
Time to cast them aside, catch the very next tide
And go back where belong

Some of sailors call her home
She’s big and she’s strong and she’s mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that’s the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady

Great whales travel the rhomb lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons

There are times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We’re on a similar course it’s just a different source
But I’m in danger of extinction too

Some of us sailors call her home
She big and she’s strong and she’s mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that’s the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I’m gone



Stranded On A Sandbar by Jimmy Buffett

I enjoy this life as a jester
Seems to keep me moving around
Like the wind that blows, tides that flow
I seem to have my ups and downs

All a part of some strange plan I’m sure
Start a new chapter each day
Honey, Love gets lost, time gets tossed
`Cause we both got our own different ways

I feel I’m stranded on a sandbar
Stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin’ it for all that it’s worth
I’m just payin’ for my sins on earth

Now I use to go crazy for days at a time
Now I’m takin my time with my days
Haven’t found the answers like some that I know
I’m just stuck in fairly nice maze

Climb to the top of the island tonight
Sit beneath the cashew tree
I want to count the stars, lights on the cars
that are shinin’ up and down on me

I feel like I’m stranded on a sandbar
Baby, I’m stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin’ it for all that it’s worth
I’m just payin’ for my sins on earth

I feel like I’m stranded on a sandbar
Sugar, I’m stuck in my tracks like a street car
Playin’ it for all that it’s worth
I’m just payin’ for my sins on earth

I enjoy this life as a jester,
Seems to keep me moving around



Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants by Jimmy Buffett

Now young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
They soared through the Milky Way counting the stars
Once around Venus, twice around Mars

Then they spied an island rise out of the sea
They fell back to Earth just as free as you please
The children all gathered the church bells did ring
Suddenly everyone started to sing

Chorus
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chason pour toute le monde
Chanson pour les petits enfants
Chanson pour toute le monde

Queen of the island she welcomed them in
Asked them questions of where they have been
She offered them chocolate she offered them tea
They all took their seats in the top of a tree

And raccoons brought wine and the mice they brought cheese
Beautiful birds floated by on the breeze
From out of the oceans the dolphins began
Humming a tune that soon covered the land

Chorus

So young Princess Lia brought coral and pearls
Gifts to the travelers from some other world
The Bush doctor mixed up a magical spell
Swore them to secrecy, never to tell

So young Mr. Moon flew away in the night
With his best friend Magnus right by his side
The sun was rising, they’d be home by noon
Humming the words to this magical tune

Chorus

Song for the children
Song for the world



Survive by Jimmy Buffett and Michael Utley

“There are some days on the road when you have the blues and nothing will get rid of them. You just have to ride it out like a bad cold or a storm, and things will eventually get better. This song came out of one of those spells, and I did survive.” - Jimmy

I play the stereo loud
When I’m away from the maddening crowd
Smokin’, jokin’, clowns we all are

Sometimes I kinda get real ill
When I receive my monthly telephone bill
But you say it and I’ll pay it
`Cause it helps me to

Chorus
Survive stay alive
‘Til I see you again
Survive stay alive
Can’t say where it ends

Clouds lift and there are mountains below
Been a while since I’ve seen any snow
Chillin’ so thrillin’ so good to be back

Feels nice to be home for a while
Let’s sip champagne til we break into smiles
We’ll go dancin’ romancin’
`Cause your the reason I

Survived stayed alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
When will it all end

But my bags ain’t unpacked
`Cause I’ve got to go back and play
But I know we’ll both

Survive stay alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive stay alive
Until it all ends

Survive stay alive
When will it all end
Survive stay alive
Till I see you again



Lady I Can’t Explain by Jimmy Buffett

The Lady that Jimmy can’t explain is no doubt Jane Buffett.

What could I do?
That’s never been done before
What can I say?
That hasn’t been said by scores

If I was a designer I could do nothing finer
Than dress you in style
But I’m a hopeless romantic still
behind all these antics
Is a heart full of smiles

So I’ll just keep on dreamin’
The thoughts that are in my brain
You just keep on being
The lady I can’t explain

I know that I’ve
The imagination of a child
And there are times
When I let it all run wild

But if I hurt, you forgive
Still you won’t let me live
Some of those episodes down

That’s why I love you
And put no one above you
Love your sights and your sounds

So I’ll just keep on movin’
When the forecast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can’t explain

So I’ll just keep on movin’
When the forcast calls for rain
You just keep on being
The lady I can’t explain
Yes I love you
Put no one above you
You’re the lady I can’t explain



Boat Drinks by Jimmy Buffett

“It was February in Boston, and I was cold and wanted to go home. Rum and tonic was the antifreeze, and the newspaper was full of ads for warmer climates. I was in a place owned by Derek Sanderson, who was a very famous player for the Boston Bruins in the 70’s. I came out of the bar and couldn’t find a cab except for the one that was running in front of a nearby hotel. There was no driver in it, and I was too cold to think about the consequences. There is an old Navy expression which says, “Beg forgiveness, not permission.” I hopped in and drove the cab back to my hotel. I did leave the fare on the seat.” - Jimmy

Boat drinks Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors just scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong

Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare
I’ve got to fly to Saint Somewhere
I’m close to bodily harm

Twenty degrees and the hockey games on
Nobody cares they are way too far gone
screamin’ "Boat drinks," somethin’
to keep them all warm

This morning I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm
I’d like to go where the pace or life’s slow
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space
You pick the century and I’ll pick the spot

I know I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but can’t rhyme it
I gotta go where it’s warm

Boat drinks
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks
Then I’m headin south ‘fore my dream shrinks
I gotta where it’s warm

I gotta go where it’s warm
I gotta go where it’s warm
I gotta go where there ain’t any snow
where there ain’t any blow
’cause my fin sinks so low
I gotta go where it’s warm



Dreamsicle by Jimmy Buffett

Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
Wants to throw it all away
Wants to have it back someday

Love’s fool, Sears tool
Wants to win that football pool
Spend it on some real good grass
Disappearing oh so fast

Tell my story pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation

I got house pets, Learjets
Tryin’ to learn about bassinettes
Oh Miss Piggy dance with me
Let me take you to the sea

Dreamsicle, big dill pickle
High school honeys sure were fickle
I’ll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabam

Won’t you tell my story, pain and glory, guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation

Let me tell you now he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
I’ll be damned country ham, takes me back to Alabam
I’ll be damned country ham, takes me home to Alabama



Sending The Old Man Home by Jimmy Buffett

“This song literally came out of the blue. I was in traction on the top floor of Cedars Sinai hospital with my leg broken for the third time, wondering what else could go wrong. I mean, I had done a few bad things, but nothing to deserve three broken legs. That’s when the earthquake shook the hospital as if it were a cardboard box. I ordered more painkillers and drifted off. There was a movie on TV called The Gallant Hours starring James Cagney as Admiral “Bull” Halsey, and I flashed between the movie and images of my grandfather and the Officers Club at Pearl Harbor. The collage of images stayed with me the next day when I checked out of the hospital and flew home to Alabama where the ground was flat and didn’t move. There I wrote this song. It is still one of my favorites.” - Jimmy

They’re sending the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in Pacific they say he was the best
Now he’s in his civies headin’ home like all the rest

He’ll never forget Rosa Lee
Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea
He’ll only have the memories
Or great books by James Jones
`Cause they’re sending the old man home

Far away
Far away
Another life so very far away

They’ll tear down the officers clubs
And write off the overdue subs
So let’s drink to their memories
Our heroes and our pals
To those crazy navy flyers
To those swell Hawaiian gals

The sailors will dance in the street
Then they’ll mothball the whole damn fleet
We’ll only have the picture books
Of land and sea and foam

`Cause they’re sending the old man home