A1a

[E]

W[E]hen I woke up this mornin'

I[A] was tired as I co[E]uld be

I[B] think I was countin' my money

W[A]hen I should a' been coun[E]tin' sheep

My agent he just called me
And told me what I should be
If I would make my music for money
Instead of makin' music for me

 [A]    I said, "I know that t[E]his may sound funny

 [A]    But money don't mean noth[E]in' to me

 [A]    I won't make my[E] music for money

 [B]    No, I'm gonna m[E]ake my music for me"

He said, "The people only buy the love songs
Rock n' Roll and not too long"
He said, "Son you got to be commercial
If you want to turn the people on"

And I said, "Turnin' on the people
Now that's a beautiful place to be
But if I spend my time makin' them up a rhyme
Well, who's gonna turn on me?"

(Repeat Chorus)

(Use bar/power chords)
         D-E  D-E  D-E-D-B-A---|A-E-G
         D-E  D-E  D-E-D-B-A---|A-E-G

Well now I went up to Country
And I'll tell you all about the scene
I found a place with much charm and much grace
That wasn't touched by the music machine

Whoa, the people were havin' a good time
Makin' music all day long
And nobody cared if they ever got paid
One penny for playin' a song

2x)
Intro tab
e|---------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------|
D|-6---9-9--------6---9-9--------6---9-9-------------|
A|-7-------9-7----7-------9-7----7-------9-7-9---7---|
E|---------------------------------------------9-----|

Door Number Three
By: Jimmy Buffett, Steve Goodman
1974

  [C]   [G]   [D]   [G]

Oh[G] I took a wrong turn, it was the right turn

My[C] turn to have me a ball[G]

Bo[G]ys at the shop told me just where to stop

If[A7] I wanted to play for it[D] all

I [C]didn't know I'd find her on dayt[G]ime TV     [C]

My[C] whole world lies w[G]aiting behind doo[D]r number three[G]

I [G]chose my apparel, I wore a beer barrel

An[C]d they rolled me to the very f[G]irst row

I [G]held a big sign that said, "Kiss me I'm a baker

An[D]d Monty I sure need the [G]dough"

Th[C]en I grabbed that sucker by the throat[G] until he called on[C] me

'C[C]ause my whole world[G] lies waiting beh[D]ind door numbe[G]r three

An[C]d I don't want what Jay's got on his [G]table

Or[C] the box Carol Merrill points to on t[G]he floor

No[C] I'll hold out just as long as I am a[G]ble

Or[D] until I can unlock that lucky d[G]oor

We[C]ll, she's no big deal [G]to most folks

Bu[D]t she's everything to [G]me

'C[C]ause my whole world[G] lies waiting beh[D]ind door numbe[G]r three

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walkin' down your hall
Got beat, lost my seat, but I'm not a man to crawl
Though I didn't get rich, you son of a bitch
I'll be back just wait and see

'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Yes my whole world lies waiting behind door number three

  [A]   [Asus2]

If[A] you ever get the chance to go [F#m]to Dallas

Ta[D]ke it from me pass[A] it by

'C[F#m]ause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas

Ta[D]ke it from me don't go [A]and cry

  [E]   And I'm leavin' this town as soon as I can

  [G]   Gonna stop off for awhile and see my[A] woman

People do you wrong down in Dallas
I know well they've done it to me
Stealin' all your bread, they're so callous
I know well just look and see

(Repeat chorus)

  [D]    Well, people like [G]me just can't be free

  [D]    The Provo man [G]won't let [D]us b[A]e-ee

  [D]    If the people who kn[G]ew could get away

  [D]    I'm real sure they'[G]d heed the da[D]y    [E]

(instrumental)

Yeah, now come on down and lose your mental balance
Look at me half crazy now
Oh, talkin' to chairs is strange and I know it
Look at me I'm doin' it know

(Repeat Chorus) (3x)

Chord Diagrams:
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  [Asus2]           |244222| -
  [F#m]

  [G]

We[G]ll now I'm in love with a fast-movin' angel

Dr[C]esses like the city[D] girls do    [G]

Wh[C]en we're apart[D] there's no ache i[G]n my heart   [Em]

Wh[C]en we're together[D] we're a hel[G]l of a crew

  [C]   And I[D] got presents [G]to send you

  [C]   Even got[D] money to l[Em]end you

  [C]   But honey I[D] can never[G] ever pretend

  [D]   You're not there on my mind

There sits a fifth of Tequila
God I swore I'd never drink it again
But my last little bout I had my hair pulled out
By a man who really wasn't my friend
And I know I'll never see him again

(Repeat chorus)

Ye[F]ah, I thought I mi[C]ght sail down t[G]o Bridgetown

Sp[F]end some time [C]in the Barb[G]ados sun

Bu[F]t my plans took a skid when[C] I smoked a whole lid

Wo[A7]und up where I'd begun  [D]

(Repeat chorus)

(instrumental)

(Repeat chorus)

  [D]   [Dsus2]

Ta[D]lkin' to myself again

Wo[A]nderin' if this travellin' is good

Is there somethin' else a' doin'

We[D]'d be doin' if we could

  [G]   But ah, the s[A]tories we could tel[D]l

  [G]   And if it all b[A]lows up and goes [D]to Hell

  [G]   I wish that we cou[A]ld sit upon a[D] bed in some mot[G]el

  [D]   Listen to the[A] stories we could t[D]ell

St[D]ared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee

Na[A]meplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies

Sc[D]ars upon the face told of all [G]the times he fell

Si[D]ngin' all the stor[A]ies he could tell  [D]

        Ah, the stories he could tell
        And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell
        I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
        And listen to the stories it could tell

So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night
Playin' for a livin' beneath brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
You do it for the stories you can tell

        Ah, the stories we could tell
        And if it all blows up and goes to Hell
        I wish that we could sit apon a bed in some motel
        And listen to the stories it could tell

@SONG: Life is Just a Tire Swing
Life is Just a Tireswing
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974

I [G]remember the sme[A]ll of th[D]e creosote plant

wh[E]en we'd have t[F#m]o eat on [Gdim]Easter wi[E7]th my craz[A]y old uncle[Bm] and aunt   [Cdim]           [A]

Th[G]ey lived in a big [A]house  Anteb[D]ellum style

an[G]d the wind wo[D]uld blow across th[G]e old bay[D]ou

an[A]d I was a tranquil little [D]child

  [D]   Life was just a [Bm]tire swing

  [G]   'Jambalaya' w[D]as the only song I could sing

  [G]   Black-berry pickin',[D] eatin' fried chicken

  [G]   and I never [D]knew a thing a[A]bout pain

  [Bm]   Life was just a tire swing

In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp
And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way
and I could get along without any help

(2nd chorus)
     Life was just a tire swing
     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
     Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows
     knowin' I could never hurt a thing
     and life was just a tire swing

An[Bm]d I've neve[G]r been west of New O[F#m]rleans nor east of [Em]Pensacola      [D]

My[G] only contact with the [F#m]outside world was an R.C[E7].A. Victrola[A]

An[Bm]d Elvis would sing and then I'd dream a[A]bout expensive cars

an[E7]d who would've figured twenty years later

I'[A]d be rubbin' shoulde[E7]rs with the stars [F#m7]

Li[Bm]fe was just a tire swing

Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole
and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?'
But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree
and I knew that I had survived

Last Chorus:
     Life was just a tire swing
     'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing
     Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
     And I finally learned a lot about pain
     'Cause life is just a tire swing
     Life was just a tire swing

Chord diagrams:
F
 Bm - |xxo432|  Cdim - |xx1212|  Em7  - |o2oooo-----------------|
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@SONG: A Pirate Looks at Forty
A Pirate Looks at 40
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974

Mo[G]ther, mother ocean, I have heard you call

Wa[C]nted to sail upon your waters since I was thre[D]e feet t[Am7]all    [G]

Yo[Am]u've se[D]en it[Am7] all,    you've s[G]een it all

2)
Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen
Most of them dreams, most of them dreams

3)
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

4)
I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

5)
I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

6)
I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day
And I still can manage a smile
It just takes a while, just takes a while

7)
Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown

@SONG: Migration
Migration
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974

Lo[C]okin' back at my background

Tr[G7]yin' to figure out how I ever got here

Some things are still a mystery to me

Wh[C]ile others are much t[C7]oo clear

I'[F]m just  livin' in the sunshine

St[C]ay contented most of the[Am] time

Ye[D7]ah, listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis

Si[G]ng me t[G7]heir 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]  Yeah, they're ugly[D7] and square, they don't belong here

  [F]  They looked[G7] a lot bet[C]ter as beer cans

  [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]    They never even se[G]en the clues

  [F]    Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme

  [C]    I know we been doin' [Am]our part

  [F]    Got a Caribbean sou[C]l I can barely control

  [G7]    And some Texas hidden [Am]here in my [C]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)

Ye[F]ah, got a Caribbean sou[C]l I can barely control

An[G7]d some Texas hidden here i[F]n my heart[G]        [C]               [C7]

@SONG: Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974

Sq[D]ualls out on the gulf stream,  big[G] storms comin' soon       [D]

I [G]passed out in my ham[D]mock,  Go[E7]d, I slept 'till way past noon[A7]

St[G]ood up and tried to focus [D]

I [C]hoped [G]I woul[A]dn't have to look far

I [G]knew I could use a Bloody Mary[D]

so[A7] I stumbled next door to th[D]e bar

  [D]   And now I [Bm]must confess,   I could [F#m]use some rest

  [G]   I can't run at thi[A7]s pace very lo[D]ng

  [Bm]   Yes it's quite insane,   I[F#m] think it hurts my brain

  [G]   But it cleans me out [A7]  and then I [D]can go on

There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray
Strolling down the avenue   that's known as A1A
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired
And I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
and then I made up this song

(repeat chorus)

Well, the wind is blowin' harder now,  fifty knots or there abouts
There's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts
It's time to close the shutters,  it's time to go inside
In a week I'll be in gay Paris
Well that's a mighty long airplane ride

(repeat chorus and fade)

Chord diagrams:
Bm - |xxo432|    F
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@SONG: Nautical Wheelers
Nautical Wheelers
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974

[A]  [D]  [D6]

  [A]    [D]    [A]    [D]

Na[A]utical Wheelers who call[D] themselves sailors[A]

Pl[D]ay fiddle tunes under the[A] stars  [A7]

Pe[D]tti-coats rustle, work[A]ing shoes scuffl[F#m]e,

Hu[B7]stle on down to the bars[E]

Wh[D]ere the juke-box is blastin' and the liqu[A]or is flowin[A7]'

An[D] occasional b[A]ottle of win[E]e      [E7]

Th[D]at's 'cause everyone he[A]re is just more than contented

To[E] be living a[E7]nd dying in [D]three quarter t[A]ime

  [A]     And it's[E7] dance with me, dance with me N[D]autical Wheel[A]ers,

  [D]     take me[A] to stars that yo[E]u know  [E7]

  [F#m]     Come on and dance with me,[D] dance with m[A]e Nautical Wheelers,

  [E]     I want s[E7]o badly to[A] go

Well, the left foot it'll follow
Where the right foot has travelled
Down to the sidewalks unglued
And into the street of my city so neat
Where nobody cares what you do
And Sonna's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic
And Mason has jumped in the sea
And I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat

Oh[E7], Nautical Wheelers save [A]me
(repeat Chorus)

Well the sunrise will bring on
The sleep that's escaped us
And everyone's off to their beds
There'll be huggin' and squeezin'
A little pleazin' and teasin'
And rubbin' of each other's heads
So won't you dream on comrades, seems nothin' escapes you,
Nothin', no reason, nor rhyme
That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
To be living and dying in three quarter time
(repeat chorus and fade)

Chord diagrams:     B7 - x212o2    D6 -  xxo2o2
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@SONG: Tin Cup Chalice
Tin Cup Chalice
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974

  [G]    [C]   [G]     [G]    [C]   [G]

I [G]want to go back[C]  to the island[G],

wh[C]ere the shrimp [D]boats tie up to [G]the pilin'

Gi[Em]ve me oysters and beer

fo[A7]r dinner every day of the year  and I'll feel [D]fine

I'[D7]ll feel fine

  [C]   'Cause I[D]    want to b[G]e there
                                |
  [D]            C                 |1. lie beside  |      Em
     I want to go back down and |2. get high by |   the sea there
                                |3. die beside  |

  [C]   With a tin cup for a chalice, [G]fill it up[B7] with good [Em]red wine

  [A7]   and I'm a' ch[D]ewin', on a hon[G]ey-suck[C]le v[G]ine

Yeah, now, the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water
Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze
Salt air it ain't thin, I can stick right to you skin
And make you feel fine
It makes you feel fine

(repeat chorus)

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal
Get that pack gear up and let's move
I want to be there 'fore the day, tries to steal away
And leave us behind
I've made up my mind

(repeat chorus and fade)

Chords diagrams:
Em - |o22ooo|   D7 - |xxo212|   A7 - |xo2o2o|   B7 - |x212o2------------|
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Disclaimer -(please read)-:

  Thank you,
  The GCC authors
[end of disclaimer]

--  GCC Author's note:  This being IMOHO, THE definitive Buffett album,
     it was the very first created of the GCC series.  So far this has
     been some serious work, but then just think how long it took Jimmy
     to write all this material.  I got a little bit of understanding
     helping with the GLC (Great Lyrics Compilation) of Spring '94, but I
     have really acquired a new respect for Jimmy Buffett's many talents.