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Happy Birthday Jimmy 🦜

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Happy Birthday Jimmy 🦜

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Santa Stole Thanksgiving

Ooh, ooh Santa stole Thanksgiving for Christmas Dragged Plymouth Rock to the North Pole with his sled Pilgrims never saw him coming The Wampanoags they kept drumming That Thursday in November Gob-gobble about December

Santa stole Thanksgiving for Christmas It was such a happy holiday No more laid-back relaxation It's Black Friday degradation Seems Santa sold Thanksgiving to the mall

Grandma made the stuffin' Said Santa he ain't bluffin' You'd better not cry in your pumpkin pie Maybe Caroline says she lied

Santa stole Thanksgiving for Christmas It was such a laid-back holiday Now no more football and relaxin' When the harvest moon starts waxin' Santa, he's the turkey after all

Grandma made the stuffin' Said Santa he ain't bluffin' You'd better not cry in your pumpkin pie Maybe Caroline says she lied

Santa stole Thanksgiving for Christmas Nothin' lasts forever that's for sure This stick up is as shocking As stuffing in your stocking Kris Kringle Why did you mingle? Santa stole Thanksgiving Even he's got to make a living Santa stole Thanksgiving and our fall

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"why is EVERY song about love" I'm begging you to dig just a tiny bit deeper, there's literally thousands of songs that aren't love songs. You don't even have to look for the most obscure underground artists ever, the fucking Beatles of all people have a song about a guy who kills people with a hammer

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Covering Jimmy Buffett's cover of a Grateful Dead song

this cover exists burned into my memory from a very young age

How does the song go?

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maybe i just love jimmy buffet so much because i worked on his musical but I love him so much can we just talk about it for a sec. He is classic 70s soft rock, yacht rock and happiness but then you add in the beautiful poetry of his lyricism, the joy and carefreeness combined with a really gorgeous hit of nostalgia and bittersweet aging.

like for one, He Went to Paris, are you kidding me?? "now he lives in the island, fishes the pilings, drinks his green label each day" "through 86 years of perpetual motion" "some of its magic, some of its tragic, but i had a good life all the way" PLEASE i cannot imagine how that must feel to have lived and loved and felt so much pain your entire life I can barely handle my 20 years.

A Pirate Looks at Forty, "mother mother ocean" i think music just hits me too hard but you cannot tell me this isnt the most beautiful shit youve ever heard in your life. hes describing how mother earth is watching humans evolve and how he identifies with something he can never be. hes lived so much and yet "i made enough money to buy Miami but i pissed it away so fast, never meant to last". maybe its just the melody but everything is fleeting and hes acknowledging how hes getting older and nothing is permanent. "got to go fishing, down to rock bottom again" you hit rock bottom over and over and over again through your life and through it all you keep on living.

COME MONDAY, maybe I just crave security in myself and peace, and its a breakup song, but Oh My God "yes, its been quite a summer... and now you're off on vacation, something you try to explain" perfectly encapsulates the end of summer feeling. I am so bittersweet about everything. "i hope you're enjoying the scenery, i know that its pretty up there" GOD it takes me back to being 10 listening to the radio with my dad and learning the feeling for the first time.

"if we couldn't laugh we would all go insane" "if it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall". shut the fuck up im in tears.

"so many nights i just dream of the ocean, god I wish i was sailing again" ME TOO JIMMY ME TOO

Tin Cup Chalice. just. it makes me yearn.

i am a drunk old man at heart leave me be to cry over buffet in peace.

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It's been a year since Jimmy Buffett passed away, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I was up at 3 in the morning (couldn't sleep), opened twitter, saw the news, and wished I could have had a few more hours in a world where Jimmy Buffett was immortal. At least his music is. Have a good Labor Day weekend, everyone, and remember to wear sunscreen.

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It's My Job

In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept

He said, "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes a day for me."

I got an uncle who owns a bank, he's a self-made millionaire He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was And he told me it's because in my contract there's this clause

That says, "It's my job to be worried half to death And that's the thing people respect in me It's my job but without it I'd be less Than what I expect from me."

Now I've been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset But sometimes I still forget 'Til the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweat

It's my job to be different than the rest And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that's a rough break for me

It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes the day for me

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Incommunicado

Travis McGee's still in Cedar Key That's what ol' John MacDonald said My rendezvous so long overdue With all of the things I've sung and I've read They still apply to me They all make sense in time

But now I'm incommunicado Drivin' by myself down the road with a hole in it Songs with no vibrato Takin' the long way home

Now on the day that John Wayne died I found myself on the continental divide Tell me where do I go from here? Think I'll ride into Leadville and have a few beers I think of "Red River" or "Liberty Valance" Can't believe the old man's gone

But now he's incommunicado Leavin' such a hole in a world that believed That a life with such bravado Was takin' the right way home

So when I finished that last line I put the book by itself on the shelf with my heart in it Never wastin' time takin' the right way home I know I'm never wastin' time findin' the right way home

Still I am incommunicado Livin' next door to a leg with a pin in it Life with such bravado Is takin' the right way home

Tryin' to make it, tryin' to fake it Tryin' to take it home Tryin' to make it, tryin' to fake it Tryin' to take it home I know I'm tryin' to make it, sometimes I fake it Tryin' to take it home All I'm doing is tryin' to make it, tryin' to fake it Tryin' to take it home But now I'm incommunicado

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Coconut Telegraph

Tuesday on the island, not much goin' on The parties are all over, they ended just past dawn The jungle drums are beating with the tales from late last night 'Cause stories bear repeating for everyone's delight

You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph Can't keep nothin' under their hat You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph Sayin' who did this and that, this and that, this and that

Now I'm not one to deal in gossip, but was he that big a fool To do a belly-buster high dive and miss the entire pool? And what became of sweet Melissa and the boy nobody knew? Did Ricardo ever find her? I swear it's just between me and you

But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph By now everybody knows You can hear it on the coconut telegraph Just who comes and goes, comes and goes, comes and goes

La, la la la, la la la La, la la la, la la la La, la la la, la la la la la la la La, la la la, la la la la la la, ooh, ah

It's hump day on the island, the lines have all gone dead All the juicy news is history; I guess everything's been said But when the eagle flies on Friday and the boys break out the rum And the joint begins to jumpin' and you'll hear those hot lines hum

Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby, put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less

I want to hear it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby, put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less

This and that, comes and goes This and that, comes and goes

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Cover Friday: U.S.S. Zydecoldsmobile

U.S.S. Zydecoldsmobile was originally recorded by Sonny Landreth in 2000 and covered by Jimmy Buffett in 2002.

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Sending The Old Man Home

They're sendin' the old man home Back where the buffalo roam Out in the Pacific, they say he was the best Now he's in his civies, headin' home like all the rest

He'll never forget Rosaline Or sleepless nights he fought upon the sea He'll only have the memories or great books by James Jones 'Cause they're sendin' the old man home

Far away, far away Another life so very far away

They'll tear down the officers clubs And write off the overdue subs So let's drink to their memories, our heroes and our pals To those crazy Navy flyers, to those swell Hawaiian gals

The sailors will dance in the street Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet We'll only have the picture books of land and sea and foam 'Cause they're sendin' the old man home

He'll only have his memories or great books by James Jones 'Cause they're sendin' the old man home

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Dreamsicle

Let me tell you now, he sips, he quips Dreams a lot about sailing ships Wants to throw it all away Wants to have it back someday

Love's fool, Sears tools Wants to win that football pool Spend it on some real good grass Disappearin' oh so fast

Tell my story, pain and glory Guess my occupation Free and easy, warm and breezy Overnight sensation

I got house pets, Lear jets Tryin' to learn about bassinets Oh Miss Piggy, dance with me Let me take you to the sea

Dreamsicle, big dill pickle High school honeys sure were fickle I'll be damned, country ham Takes me back to Alabam'

So won't you tell my story, pain and glory Guess my occupation Free and easy, warm and breezy Overnight sensation

Let me tell you now, he sips, he quips Dreams a lot about sailing ships I'll be damned, country ham Takes me back to Alabam' I'll be damned, country ham Takes me back to Alabama

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Boat Drinks

Boat drinks, boys in the band ordered boat drinks Visitors scored on the home rink Everything seems to be wrong

Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare I gotta to fly to Saint Somewhere I'm close to bodily harm

Twenty degrees and the hockey game's on Nobody cares, they are 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 got cabin fever Somebody sound the alarm

I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott? Any old place here on earth or in space You pick the century and I'll pick the spot

Oh, I know I should be leaving this climate I got a verse but can't rhyme it I gotta go where it's warm

Boat drinks, waitress, I need two more boat drinks Then I'm headin' south 'fore my dream shrinks I gotta go where it's warm

I gotta go where it's warm (I gotta go where it's warm) I gotta go where it's warm! I gotta go where there ain't any snow Where there ain't any blow 'Cause my fin sinks so low I gotta go where it's warm

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Lady I Can't Explain

What could I do that's never been done before? What can I say that hasn't been said by scores? If I was a designer, I could do nothin' finer Than dress you in style But I'm a hopeless romantic, still behind all these antics Is a heart full of smiles

So I'll just keep on dreamin' Thoughts that are in my brain You just keep on bein' The lady I can't explain

I know that I've the imagination of a child And there are times when I let it all run wild But if I hurt, you forgive, still you won't let me live Some of those episodes down That's why I love you and put no one above you Love your sights and your sounds

So I'll just keep on movin' When the forecast calls for rain You just keep on bein' The lady I can't explain

So I'll just keep on movin' When the forecast calls for rain You just keep on bein' The lady I can't explain

No, no, the lady I can't explain Ah, yes I love you Put no one above you You're the lady I can't explain

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Survive

I play the stereo loud When I'm away from the maddening crowd Smokin', jokin', clowns we all are Sometimes gotta get really ill When I receive my monthly telephone bill You say it and I'll pay it, 'cause it just helps me to

Survive, stay alive 'Til I see you again Survive, stay alive Can't say where it ends

Clouds lift and there are mountains below Been a while since I've seen any snow Chillin', so thrillin', so good to be back Feels nice to be home for awhile Let's sip champagne 'til we break into smiles Well go dancin' romancin', 'cause you're the reason I

Survive, stay alive Through the thick and the thin Survive, stay alive Where will it all end?

But my bags ain't unpacked 'Cause I've got to go back and play But I know we'll both

Survive, stay alive Through the thick and the thin Survive, stay alive 'Til it all ends

Ooh we'll survive, stay alive When will it all end? Survive, stay alive 'Til I see you again