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Jimmy Buffett - Migration

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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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