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Songs You Know By Heart (Album)

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Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beats

Bm A

Bm G

Bm A D

G A D

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits

G A D

Made it nearly seventy days

G A D

Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds

E A

Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays

G A D G

But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams

G A Bm

Some kind of sensuous treat

G D G D

Not zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat

G D A D

But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat

Chorus

G A D

Cheeseburger in paradise

G A D

Heaven on Earth with an onion slice

G A D

Not too particular, not too precise

G D A D

I'm just a Cheeseburger in paradise

Heard about the old time sailor men They eat the same thing again and again Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn

But times change, sailors these days When I'm in port I get what I need Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed

Chorus

Cheeseburger in Paradise Medium rare with mustard be nice Heaven on Earth with an onion slice I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise

** (Guitar Tacet throughout) ** I like mine with lettuce and tomato ** Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes ** Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer ** Well good God almighty which way do I steer for my

Chorus

Cheeseburger in Paradise Makin' the best of every virtue and vice Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a Cheeseburger in Paradise I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise

Repeat intro Repeat Guitar Tacet part (above)

A

He went to Paris lookin' for answers

D A

To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive

D E7

Savin' the world on his own

D

But the warm summer breezes

A

The French wines and cheeses

D E7

Put his ambition at bay

A

The summers and winters

Scattered like splinters

D E7 A

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 And bore him a young son named Jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions Locked in his attic one day 'Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin' And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady And left him with only one eye His body was battered, his whole world was shattered And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin' 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 Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin' But he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say "Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic But I had a good life all the way"

A

And he went to Paris lookin' for answers

D E7 A

To questions that bothered him so

(needs work)

Intro tab: (repeat three times???) last part of tab missing E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| B-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| G-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| D-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| A--0--|-----1-2-3-----3-|-----2-1-0-----0-|-----1-2-3-------| E-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &

Bb C F

She came down from Cincinnati

Bb C F

It took her three days on the train

Bb C F

Lookin' for some peace and quiet

Bb C F

Hoped to see the sun again

Bb C F

But now she lives down by the ocean

Bb C F

She's takin' care to look for sharks

Bb C F

They hang out in the local bars

Bb C F

And they feed right after dark

Am7 Dm7

Can't you feel 'em circlin' honey?

Am7 Dm7

Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?

Bb C Bb C

You got fins to the left, fins to the right

Bb C F

And you're the only bait in town

Am7 Dm7 Am7 Dm7

Oh whoa, Oh whoa

Bb C Bb C

You got fins to the left, fins to the right

Bb C F

And you're the only bait in town

She's saving up all of her money Wants to head it south in May Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man Somewhere down Montserrat way But the money's good in the season Helps to lighten up her load Boys keep her high as the months go by She's gettin' postcards from the road

Chorus

Can't you feel 'em closin' in honey? Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town

(harmonica solo) Repeat Intro tab

Sailed off to Antigua It took her three days on a boat Lookin' for some peace and quiet Maybe keep her dreams afloat But now she feels like a remora 'Cause the school's still close at hand Just behind the reef are the big white teeth Of the sharks that can swim on the land

Repeat first chorus Repeat Intro tab and fade

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D

Nibblin' on sponge cake

Watchin' the sun bake

A

All of those tourists covered with oil

Strummin' my six-string

On my front porch swing

D D7

Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil

Chorus

G A D D7

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville

G A D D7

Searching for my lost shaker of salt

G A D A G

Some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame

A G D

But I know it's nobody's fault

I don't know the reason I stayed here all season Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue

Chorus

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think Hell, it could be my fault

Solo (based on verse chords and chorus)

I blew out my flip-flop Stepped on a pop-top Cut my heel had to cruise on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Chorus

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know It's my own damned fault

G A D A G

Yes and, some people claim that there's a wo-man to blame

A G D

And I know it's my own damned fault

G

As the son of a son of a sailor

F C G

I went out on the sea for adventure

C G

Expanding the view of the captain and crew

D G

Like a man just released from indenture

G

As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man

F C G

I have chalked up many a mile

C G

Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks

D G

And I learned much from both of their styles

Chorus

F C

Son of a son, son of a son

G

Son of a son of a sailor

F C

Son of a gun, load the last ton

C

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 boarder

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

F C

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind

G

That our forefathers harnessed before us

F C

Hear the bells ring as the tide ringing sings

G

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 searching for songs Not a lawyer a thief or a banker

But the 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

F C

The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains

G

I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer

Intro G D A G D

D G

I took off for a weekend last month

A D

Just to try and recall the whole year

G

All of the faces and all of the places

A D

Wonderin' where they all disappeared

Bm F#m

I didn't ponder the question too long

G A

I was hungry and went out for a bite

G D

Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum

A D

and we wound up drinkin' all night

Chorus

G D

It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes

A D

Nothing remains quite the same

G D

With all of our running and all of our cunning

A G D

if we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

Reading departure signs in some big airport Reminds me of the places I've been Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure Makes me want to go back again If it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall Good times and riches and son of a bitches I've seen more than I can recall

Chorus

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same Through all of the islands and all of the highlands If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

(Repeat Intro chords)

I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine I wish I could jump on a plane So many nights I just dream of the ocean God I wish I was sailin' again Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder So I can't look back for too long There's just too much to see waiting in front of me And I know that I just can't go wrong

Chorus

With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same With all of my running and all of my cunning If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane

A F C G D A D

If we weren't all crazy we would go insane

------------------------------------------------------------ Chord diagrams: Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222| -------------------------------------------------------------------| -------------------------------------------------------------------|

From "Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"

Note: play in G, capo 2nd fret

G C

Headin' up to San Francisco

D G

For the Labor Day week-end show,

C

I've got my hush-puppies on I guess I

D G

Never was meant for glitter rock and roll

Am C D D7

And, honey, I didn't know, that I'd be missin' you so

Chorus

C G

Come Monday it'll be all right

C D

Come Monday I'll be holdin' you tight

G Bm C D

I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze

C D G

And I just want you back by my side

Yes, it's been quite a summer Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains And now you're off on vacation Somethin' you tried to explain And darlin', it's I love you so That's the reason I just let you go

(Repeat chorus)

Bridge:

Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7

I can't help it honey, you're that much a part of me now

Amaj7 Dmaj7

Remember that night in Montana

C / / C / / D F C G

when we said there'd be no room for doubt

I hope you're enjoyin' the scen'ry I know that it's pretty up there We can go hikin' on Tuesday With you I'd walk anywhere California has worn me quite thin I just can't wait to see you again

(Repeat chorus)

G Bm C D

I spent four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze

C D F C G

And I just want you back by my side...

------------------------------------------------------------- Chord diagrams: Amaj7=|x02120| Dmaj7=|xx0222| ---------------------------------------------------------------------| ---------------------------------------------------------------------|

G

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call

C D Am7 G

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall

Am D Am7 G

You've seen it all, you've seen 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....

D D7 G D

I really do, appreciate the fact you're sittin' here

D G E7

Your voice sounds so wonderful

E7 A7

But your face don't look too clear

G D

So barmaid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew

G A D D7

Honey why don't we get drunk and screw

Chorus

G A D

Why don't we get drunk and screw?

E7 A7

I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you

G

They say you are a snuff queen

D

Honey I don't think that's true

G A D

So, why don't we get drunk and screw

Spoken: "Pick it Coral Reefers, here we go..."

Solo (violin)

Chorus

Why don't we get drunk and screw? I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you They say you are a snuff queen Honey I don't think that's true So, why don't we get drunk and screw? Yeah, now baby I say, "Lord!," Why don't we get drunk and screw

Intro D G A D G A

A D

Boat drinks

G A D

Boys in the band ordered boat drinks

G A D

Visitors scored on the home rink

G A D G A

Everything seems to be wrong

A D G A D

Lately newspapers mentioned cheap airfare

G A D

I gotta fly to St. Somewhere

G A D

I'm close to bodily harm

20 degrees and the hockey game's on Nobody cares, they're all way too far gone, screaming Boat drinks, something to keep 'em all warm

This morning I shot six holes in my freezer I think I've got cabin fever Somebody sound the alarm

Bridge:

Fmaj7 C

I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow

G C

Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott?

Fmaj7 C

Any old place here on Earth or in space

E F#m7 A G F#m A

You pick the century and I'll pick the spot

But I know I should be leaving this climate I've got a verse and can't rhyme it I gotta go where it's warm

Boat drinks Waitress, I need two more boat drinks Then I'm heading south 'fore my dream shrinks I gotta go where it's warm [I gotta go where it's] I gotta go where it's warm [I gotta go where it's] I gotta go where it's WARM!

G A G A

I gotta go where there ain't any snow

G A G A

Where there ain't any blow, 'cause my fin sinks so low

G A D

I gotta go where it's warm

Intro B C B C F# G B C

B C B C

Grapefruit a bathin' suit

F# G

Chew a little juicy fruit

C

Wash away the night

B C B C

Drive-in you guzzle gin

F# G

Commit a little mortal sin

C

It's good for the soul

Chorus

Dm7 G7 Cmaj7 C6

And oh it gets so damn lonely

Dm7 G7 Cmaj7

When you're on a plane alone

Dm7 G7 Cmaj7 C6

And if I had the money honey I'd strap you in beside me

D7 G7

And never ever leave you leave you at home all alone and cryin'

Ten speed no need My pickup gets me where I please Chuggin' down the street

But I'll be leavin' In a little while So close your eyes and I'll I'll be back real soon

Spoken: "Ah, take it Refers... Lady's choice, everybody dance..."

Repeat chorus

-------------------------------------------------------------------------| Chord diagrams: F# - |xx4322| D7 -|xxo212| Dm7 - |xxo211------------| G7 - |32ooo1| Cmaj7-|x32ooo| C6 - |xx2213------------| -------------------------------------------------------------------------| -------------------------------------------------------------------------|

From "Living and Dying in 3/4 Time"

D F#7 B7

Now they make new movies in old black and white

E7 A7

With happy endings, where nobody fights

D F#7 B7

So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage

E7 A7

Honey, jump right up and show your age

Chorus

D F#7 B7

I wish I had a pencil thin mustache

E7 A7 D

The "Boston Blackie" kind

D F#7 B7

A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket

E7 A7

And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

D D7

Oh I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny

G Bb

Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny

D F#7 B7

Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache

E7 A7 D

Then I could solve some mysteries too

Em B7 Em B7

Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast

Em B7 Em

Drinkin' on a fake I.D.

F#m C7 F#m C7

And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana

E7 A7

But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana

D F#7 B7

Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache

E7 A7 D

then I could solve some mysteries too

(same as above chords with this verse) But then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore) Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge, But all you want to do is learn how to score

D F#7 B7

Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear

E7 A7

I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair

D F#7 B7

But I can go to movies and see it all there

E7 A7 D

Just the way that it used to be

Chorus

That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache The "Boston Blackie" kind, a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket And an autographed picture of Andy Devine

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be Maybe suave Errol Flynn or a Sheik of Araby If I only had a pencil thin mustache Then I could do some cruisin' too

D

Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah

E7 A7 D

Oh, I could do some cruisin' too

---------------------------------------------------- Chord diagrams: E7 - |o2o1oo| A7 - |xo2o2o| B7 - |x212o2| F#7- |xx432o| F#m - |244222| Bb - |113331| C7 - |x3231o------------------------| ------------------------------------------------------------------------| ------------------------------------------------------------------------|

Chorus

F

I don't know

C7

I don't know

F Bb

I don't know where I'm a gonna go

F C7 F

When the vol-cano blow

F Bb F

Ground she's movin' under me

Bb F