migration
by : jimmy buffett
1974

C
lookin’ back at my background
G7
tryin’ to figure out how i ever got here

some things are still a mystery to me
C C7
while others are much too clear
F
i’m just livin’ in the sunshine
C Am
stay contented most of the time
D7
yeah , listenin’ to murphy , walker , and willis
G G7
sing me their texas rhymes

now most of the people who retire in florida
are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
and mobile homes are smotherin’ my keys
i hate those bastards so much
i wish a summer squall would blow them
all the way up to fantasy land

Am D7
yeah , they’re ugly and square , they don’t belong here
F G7 C
they looked a lot better as beer cans

chorus :
Am
yeah and that’s why it’s still a mystery to me
G
why some people live like they do
Am
so many nice things happenin’ out there
D7 G
they never even seen the clues
F
oh , but we’re doin’ fine , we can travel and rhyme
C Am
i know we been doin’ our part
F C
got a caribbean soul i can barely control
G7 Am C
and some texas hidden here in my heart

well , now i might have joined the merchant marine
if i hadn’t learned how to sing
and on top of all that i got married too early
’cost me much more than a ring
but now those crazy days are over
just gotta learn from the wrong things you’ve done
i came off the rebound , started lookin’ around
figured out it’s time to have a little fun

( repeat chorus )

well , now if i ever live to be an old man
i’m gonna sail down to martinique
i’m gonna buy me a sweat – stained bogart suit
and an african parakeet
and then i’ll sit him on my shoulder
and open up my trusty old mind
i gonna teach him how to cuss , teach him how to fuss
and pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

( repeat chorus , then )
F C
yeah , got a caribbean soul i can barely control
G7 F G C C7
and some texas hidden here in my heart