Migration

migration by : jimmy buffett 1974 C lookin’ back at my background G7 tryin’ to figure out how i ever got here some things are still a mystery to me C C7 while others are much too clear F i’m just livin’ in the sunshine C Am stay contented most of the time D7 yeah , listenin’ to murphy , walker , and willis G G7 sing me their 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 D7 yeah , they’re ugly and square , they don’t belong here F G7 C they looked a lot better as beer cans Chorus : 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 G they never even seen the clues F oh , but we’re doin’ fine , we can travel and rhyme C Am i know we been doin’ our part F C got a caribbean soul i can barely control G7 Am C 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’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 ) F C yeah , got a caribbean soul i can barely control G7 F G C C7 and some texas hidden here in my heart