 Song Lyrics -> Take the Weather With You
Bama Breeze by Chris Tompkins, Josh Kear, and Mark Irwin  
At the Bama Breeze You can shoot some pool down there You can act a fool down there You can play it cool down there At the Bama Breeze You can drink some beer down there Argue, laugh, and cheer down there Pass another year down there Jimmy got caught smoking a joint Out behind the bar Sittin’ in his car And they took him to jail The tip jar paid his bail In 1984 Mick Jagger Passed through town Bought the house a round Signed his name on the wall In the Ladies bathroom stall… yeah At the Bama Breeze I turned 21 down there Had too much fun down there Stumbled out with the sun down there Saturday Nights the Bouncer Grady Lets the ladies in free with the fake I.D And the short-enough skirt Yea figures what the hell could it hurt Second set the owner Lulu Get’s up with the band A beer in her hand And sings “Freebird” slow Then she raises a toast Here’s to Ronnie and the boys Now everybody make some noise! At the Bama Breeze You’re one of our own down there You never drink alone down there Good God I feel at home down there At the Bama Breeze You’re one of our own down there You never drink alone down there Good God I feel at home down there Party At The End Of The World by Jimmy Buffett, Peter Mayer, Roger Guth, and Will Kimbrough Calling Paris Come in London Come in New York Hello Rio The bad news is the world is ending The good news is there’s a party But you better get here quick When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood About to get fed to the pigs When that preacher’s bus from hell Blastin’ just cowbell Parks itself in front of your digs There’s a place you can go called Tierra Del Feugo Down in the Southern Hemisphere It’s kinda Troy without Helen Past the Straits of Magellan Things are always looking up down here Cause there’s a party at the end of the world (end of the world) Where the locals do the tango twirl (tango twirl) Forget the temples in Nepal Cancel the fete in Montreal There’s a party at the end of the world It seems like I’ve run out of reasons to be here So I’m just gonna steal from myself If your attitude’s appalling There’s a latitude that’s calling Get yourself past that continental shelf Now the band that we hired Is playing quite inspired Singing Eskimos and eunuchs from Bangkok And this location’s so nice We’ll never run out of ice ‘Cause Antarctica’s just around the block And there’s a party at the end of the world (end of the world) Where the locals do the tango twirl (tango twirl) Now don’t make that big mistaica And wind up with Miss Jamaica At the party at the end of world Flying machines, yellow submarines French girls in cowboy decor- “D’accord” RSVP isn’t needed you see And they all just be screaming for more-AMOUR Now in case you hadn’t heard Things are getting quite absurd No one really shocks us that’s for sure Roadside bombers and tsunamis Oh god How I miss those Commies No one really plays fair anymore But I’ve spoken to the yogis And had meetings with my roadies Who tell me that arrangements are complete Just below the “Roaring forties” I am going to fly some sorties So you best reserve that cherished window seat To the party at the end of the world (end of the world) Where the locals do that tango twirl (tango twirl) I don’t care about “the Rapture” When there’s native girls to capture There’s a party at the end of the world Who cares if there’s no playa We’ll be rocking in Ushuaia At the party at the end You surely must attend The party at the end of the world Weather With You by Neil Finn and Tim Finn Walking around the room singing Stormy weather at 57 Mount Pleasant Street Well its the same room but everything’s different You can fight the sleep but not the dream Things ain’t cooking in my kitchen Strange affliction wash over me Julius Caesar and the roman empire Couldn’t conquer the blue sky Well There’s a small boat made of china It’s Goin nowhere on the mantelpiece Do I lie like a loungeroom lizard Or do I sing like a bird released Everywhere you go You always take the weather with you Everywhere you go You always take the weather with you Everybody’s On The Phone by Jimmy Buffett, Peter Mayer, Roger Guth, Will Kimbrough Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum But that’s all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs Now we livin’ like the Jetsons in a wacky wireless fog Talkin’ squawkin’ hawkin’ who knows if anybody’s gettin’ through Toasters talk to crackberries, Boston to Bombay Teenage schemes and Ma-bell’s dreams as minutes tick away We act like crazy people talking to ourselves Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam Everybody’s on the phone So connected and all alone From the pizza boy to the socialite We all salute the satellites Let me text you with your master plan You’re loud and clear but I don’t understand I’m a digital explorer in analog roam And everybody’s on the phone Do you remember dialing up? Yes I remember well Now I just can’t go anywhere with out that sacred cell I think that I might die if I miss anything at all Text me, send me an e-mail, link me up, give me a call I’m ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall Everybody’s on the phone So connected and all alone From the pizza boy to the socialite We all salute the satellites Let me text you with your master plan You’re loud and clear but I don’t understand I’m a digital explorer in analog roam And everybody’s on the phone Now I’m a real jungle jumper I’m a megahertz man I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan On the download In the dropout zones In every major city ‘cross the land I got my Marley on my ringtone, get up, stand up, reach out, touch somebody man Everybody’s on the phone So connected and all alone From the pizza boy to the socialite We all salute the satellites Let me text you with your master plan You’re loud and clear but I don’t understand I’m a digital explorer in analog roam And everybody’s on the phone Can you hear me? Can you hear me now? I gotta get over by the beerstand Oh shit my batteries are going I’ll call you back Whoop De Doo by Mark Knopfler If I’m over the moon It’s because I’m over you A day at a time And I’m tickety-boo I don’t carry on The way I used to Whoop de doo Whoop de doo If I’m doing great It’s because when I get home I don’t go straight To my answerphone And the tears don’t come The way they used to Whoop de doo Whoop de doo So many little things Are so much better now They were only the little things Anyhow If I’m over the moon It’s because that’s what I am Funny that once I used to give a damn And I’d do anything In the whole wide world for you Whoop de doo Whoop de doo Anything Anything you’d want me to Whoop de doo Whoop de doo Nothin’ But A Breeze by Jesse Winchester Life is much too short for some folks For other folks it just drags on Some folks like the taste of Smokey whiskey Others figure tea is too strong I’m the type of guy who likes it right down the middle I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie And my head in the cool blue North In a small suburban garden Not a single neighbor knows our name I know the woman wishes we would move somewhere Where the houses aren’t all the same Jimmy, I wish you would take me Where the grass is greener I really couldn’t say where it may be Somewhere up high on a mountain top Or down by the deep blue sea And there we’ll do just as we please It ain’t nothing but a breeze One day I’ll soon be a grandpa All the pretty girls will call me “sir,” Now, where they’re asking me how things are Soon they’ll ask me how things were Well, I don’t mind being a longboarding grandpa If you’ll be my aw-some grandma I suggest we have a little cool conch salad In the shade down in old Nassau And there we’ll do just as we please It ain’t nothing but a breeze Life is much too short for some folks For other folks it just drags on Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila Others figure tea is too strong I’m the type of guy who likes it right down the middle I don’t like all this bouncing back and forth Me, I want to live with my feet in Dixie And my head in the cool blue North Yea, me I want to live with my flip flops in Dixie And my head in the cool blue North Cinco de Mayo in Memphis by Guy Clark and Chuck Mead Meanwhile down on Beale Street Drinking in a Beale Street bar There’s a fog rolling off the Mississippi Has anybody seen Arkansas? And the deckhands from the towboats Come ashore wearing Mexican shoes Headed strait for Graceland It Was the first thing they wanted to do Cinco de Mayo in Memphis Mariachis singing the blues Soul Sisters huggin Senoritas All sportin’ Blue suede shoes Porkpie hats and sombreros Hangin on a downtown street Swingin pool cues at pinatas Don’t that river smell sweet? And they all come to get’m some Memphis A little somethin’ for their souls Lowriders lined up with limousines Hey They all came to rock and roll Cinco de Mayo in Memphis Mariachis singing the blues Southern belles and Senoritas All sportin Blue suede shoes Cinco de Mayo in Memphis Mariachis singing the blues Southern belles and Senoritas All sportin Blue suede shoes Reggabilly Hill by Michael Garrett I don’t know if I was dreamin’ I don’t know if it was real Everything was movin’ and yet everything was still People came from everywhere and no one felt the chill That lingered in the valley down by Reggabilly Hill They came across the water they came across the sand Everyone was singing Oh you should of heard the band A song in adoration of the everlasting will That gathered them together there on Reggabilly Hill Ocean deep mountain high And a river of blood flowed down Pourin’ out from a wound that would not heal So always and forever we’ll remember how it feels The ones who had it all and the ones who’d made a name Were walkin’ side by side with the naked and the lame Hungry little children ate until they had their fill Then they tumbled through the clover down on Reggabilly Hill On top of the hill they were dancin’ through a fire Whirl away the sorrow as you move a little higher Slowly makin’ circles through the purple sky until You could barely see ‘em wavin’ there on Reggabilly Hill Ocean deep mountain high And a river of blood flowed down Pourin’ out from a wound that would not heal Always and forever we’ll remember how it feels Always and Forever Elvis Presley Blues by David Rawlings and Gillian Welch I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died Just a country boy that combed his hair And he put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air And he shook it like a chorus girl And he shook it like a Harlem queen He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby, Like you never seen I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died How he took it all out of black and white Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight And he shook it like a hurricane He shook it like to make it break And he shook it like a holy roller, baby With his soul at stake I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died He was all alone in a long decline Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died When he shook it and he rang like silver He shook it and he shine like gold He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby Well bless my soul Bless My Soul I was thinking that night about Elvis The Day that he died Hula Girl At Heart by Jimmy Buffett, Peter Mayer, Roger Guth, and Will Kimbrough She owns a window to the ocean She has a pipeline to the sky But earthly creatures rarely notice When Guardian Angels pass them by Like a gecko behind a painting With hidden wisdom to impart In a world that needs more dancing She’s a hula girl at heart Photographs show she is lovely Her bare feet are a work of art Her fragrance speaks of frangipani Yes she’s still a hula girl at heart With Her pad and watercolors Drawing fish and butterflies Children always seem to conjure Images they recognize In the land beside the ocean Where romantics seem to dwell Destiny can set in motion Ripples that turn into swells She Knows how to face the music She Knows where the magic starts In a world that needs more dancing She’s still a hula girl at heart Songs sing slow Days zoom by Time can’t keep her Nor can I She has worn a wealth of costumes Hula skirt to wedding gown Lived in cities walked through jungles Always sees the sun go down In this age of teeming tourists Fellow travelers know her well The darling of deserted beaches Hides her wisdom in a shell Her sensual and easy motion Seems impossible to chart In a world that needs more dancing She’s still a hula girl at heart Wheel Inside the Wheel by Mary Gauthier The parade of souls is marching across the sky Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by The All Stars play “When the Saints Go Marching In” A second line forms and they wave white hankies in the wind Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat As the soul parade winds its way down Eternity Street Souls ain’t born, souls don’t die Soul ain’t made of earth, ain’t made of water, ain’t made of sky So, ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel Mardi Gras Indians chant in the streets at sundown Spyboy meets Spyboy, and Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown They circle and sway in their rainbow colored feathers and beads They prance like peacocks, children of slavery freed Souls ain’t born, souls don’t die Soul ain’t made of earth, ain’t made of water, ain’t made of sky Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel Roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel The Krewe of the Crossbones parades into the midnight sun They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums While the French Quarter Queens in their high-heeled drag disguise Sing “Over the Rainbow” ’til Judy Garland quivers and sighs Souls ain’t born, souls don’t die Soul ain’t made of earth, ain’t made of water, ain’t made of sky Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel Flambeau dancers light the walkway to Jean Pierre’s There’s a party tonight and all the girls are gonna be there Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking trash It’s a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash Souls ain’t born, souls don’t die Soul ain’t made of earth, ain’t made of water, ain’t made of sky Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel I said roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel Yeah, roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel Silver Wings by Merle Haggard Silver wings shinning in the sunlight Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight Their taking you away, leaving me lonely Silver wings slowly fading out of sight Don’t leave me I cry, don’t take that airplane ride But you locked me out of your mind Left me standing here behind Silver wings shining in the sunlight Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight Their taking you away, leaving me lonely Silver wings slowly fading out of sight Don’t leave me I cry, don’t take that airplane ride But you locked me out of your mind Left me standing here behind Silver wings shining in the sunlight Roaring engines headed somewhere in flight They’re taking you away Leaving me lonely Silver wings slowley fading out of sight Silver wings slowley fading out of sight Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On by Jimmy Buffett and Matt Betton I bought a cheap watch from a crazy man Floating down canal It doesn’t use numbers or moving hands It always just says now Now you may be thinking that I was had But this watch is never wrong And If I have trouble the warranty said Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On And it rained, It was nothing really new And it blew, we’ve seen all that before And it poured, the Earth began to strain Pontchartrain leaking through the door, tides at war If a hurricane doesn’t leave you dead It will make you strong Don’t try to explain it just nod your head Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On Guitar Solo And it rained, It was nothing really new And it blew, seen all that before And it poured, the Earth began to strain Pontchartrain buried the 9th Ward to the 2nd floor According to my watch the time is now Past is dead and gone Don’t try to shake it just nod your head Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On Don’t try to shake it just bow your head Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On Duke’s On Sunday by Henry Kapono Ka’aihue People here and all over the world Men, women, little boys and girls Gather ’round by the seaside, Beach party tropic style Diamond head and palm trees, surf riders on the sea It’s the place to be, it’s the place to be One the beach at Waikiki, that’s where you’ll find me Here on the southside, Beach Boys paradise Duke’s on Sunday Duke’s on Sunday Duke’s on Sunday Music playing happy songs, everybody’s getting along Dancing in the sunshine, sippin’ on that rose wine Good times will set your free Oh this is the place to be On the beach at Waikiki, that’s where you’ll find me Here on the southside, Beach Boys paradise Duke’s on Sunday Duke’s on Sunday Duke’s on Sunday Down in front underneath the sun Just you and me just you and me just you and me Feelin’ good and feelin’ right, sunset is out of sight Another beautiful Hawaiian day, everything’s gonna be ok Let’s get together and do this again Maybe I’ll see you here next week my friend At the beach at Waikiki, that’s where you’ll find me Here on the southside, Beach Boys paradise Duke’s on Sunday Duke’s on Sunday Duke’s on Sunday Duke’s on Sunday
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