Migration |
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Migration Lyrics |
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 By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Whoa, lookin` back at my background Tryin` to figure out how I ever got here Some things are still a mystery to me While others are much too clear I`m just livin` in the sunshine Stay contented most of the time Yeah listenin` to Murphy, Walker, and Willis Sing me their Texas rhymes 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 Yeah they`re ugly and square, they don`t belong here They looked a lot better as beer cans Chorus: Yeah, and that`s why it`s still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin` out there They never even seen the clues Whoa but we`re doin` fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin` our part Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control 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 done I came off the rebound, started lookin` around Figured out it`s time to have a little fun Chorus: Yeah, and that`s why it`s still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin` out there They never even seen the clues Whoa but we`re doin` fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin` our part Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart 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 Chorus: Yeah, and that`s why it`s still a mystery to me Why some people live like they do So many nice things happenin` out there They never even seen the clues Yeah but we`re doin` fine, we can travel and rhyme I know we been doin` our part Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart Coda: Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control And some Texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...) |
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