Jimmy Buffett
A, Am, Bm, D, Dm, E, G, Gbm
And a niblet on sponge cake, watching the sun bake.
All of those tourists covered in oil.
Stir 'em in my six string, on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.
Who wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my Lord Shaker of Salt
Some people claim there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason
Stayed here all season
And nothing to show her but this brand new tattoo
And it's a real beauty
Hmm, a Mexican cutie
How it got here, though I haven't a clue
I wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my large shaker of salt
Some people claim there's a woman to blame
Now I think, hell, it may be my fault
Take me to the islands.
I blew out my flip-flop,
Skipped on a pop-top,
Kicked my heel, had to cruise on back home.
Well, there's blues in the blender, and soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
I'm wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my love's shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I know, hell, it must be my fault
Some people claim there's a woman to blame
But I know, hell, it must be my fault