Migration chords and lyrics - JIMMY BUFFETT

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Whoa, [C]lookin' back at my background
Tryin' to figure [G]out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While [C]others are much too [C]clear
I'm [F]just livin' in the sunshine
Stay con[C]tended most of the [Am]time
Yeah [D]listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis
Sing me their Texas [G]rhymes

[Verse 2]
[C]Most of the people who retire in Florida
Are [G]wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys
I [C]hate those bastards so [C]much
I wish [F]a summer squall would blow them all
The [C]way up to fantasy [Am]land
Yeah they're [D]ugly and square
they don't belong here
They looked a [F]lot better [G]as beer [C]cans

[Chorus 1]
Yeah, and [Am]that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why [G]some people live like they do
[Am]So many nice things happenin' out there
They [D]never even seen the [G]clues
Whoa but [F]we're doin' fine
we can travel and rhyme
I [C]know we been doin' our [Am]part
Got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
And some [G]Texas hidden here in my [Am]heart
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[Verse 3]
Well now [C]I might have joined
the Merchant Marine
If I [G]hadn't learned how to sing
And on top of all that I got married too early
[C]'Cost me much more than a [C]ring
But now [F]those crazy days are over
Just gotta [C]learn
from the wrong things you [Am]done
I came [D]off the rebound, started lookin' around
Figured [F]out it's time to [G]have a little [C]fun

[Chorus 2]
Yeah, and [Am]that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why [G]some people live like they do
[Am]So many nice things happenin' out there
They [D]never even seen the [G]clues
Whoa but [F]we're doin' fine
we can travel and rhyme
I [C]know we been doin' our [Am]part
Got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
And some [G]Texas hidden here in my [Am]heart
[C]Well now

[Verse 4]
[C]if I ever live to be an old man
I'm gonna [G]sail down to Martinique
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
And an [C]African para[C]keet
And then [F]I'll sit him on my shoulder
And open [C]up my trusty old [Am]mind
I gonna [D]teach him how to cuss
teach him how to fuss
And pull the [F]cork out of a [G]bottle of [C]wine

[Chorus 3]
Yeah, and [Am]that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why [G]some people live like they do
[Am]So many nice things happenin' out there
They [D]never even seen the [G]clues
Yeah but [F]we're doin' fine
we can travel and rhyme
I [C]know we been doin' our [Am]part
Got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
And some [G]Texas hidden here in my [Am]heart
Yeah, got a [F]Caribbean soul I can [C]barely control
And some [G]Texas hidden here in my [F]heart
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