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SOL
As the son of a son of a sailor
FA DO SOL
I went out on the sea for adventure
DO SOL
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
RE SOL
Like a man just released from indenture
SOL
As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
FA DO SOL
I have chalked up many a mile
DO SOL
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
RE SOL
And I learned much from both of their styles
Chorus
FA DO
Son of a son, son of a son
SOL
Son of a son of a sailor
FA DO
Son of a gun, load the last ton
DO
One step ahead of the jailer
Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the Mango man
As he greets you at the boarder
And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices
FA DO
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
SOL
That our forefathers harnessed before us
FA DO
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings
SOL
It's a son of a gun of a chorus
Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searching for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But the son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
FA DO
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
SOL
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
LA
I woke up in a strange room
I'd never seen before
Weird paintings on the walls
Mirrors on the ceiling
I bolted for the door
RE
Lookin' for my rentacar
Was the Cordoba blue or red?
LA
Tryin' to remember where I put the keys
Tryin' to remember what I said
Chorus
RE
I pushed the fool button
LA
My night went haywire
RE
I pushed the fool button
MI
Set my brain on fire
Now I was sittin' in the corner of a very laid back bar
A little three piece band playin' on the stand
Not knowin' what lay in store
In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
The crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk
As he went into a blues rampage
Chorus
It was a fool palace
Double knit on parade
They pushed the fool button
As the skinny boy played and played
Push it, push it, push it
Try to make a point of protectin' the innocent
But none of them can be found
It can happen anytime
Happen anyplace
It can happen in your own home town
If you don't believe my words
Or think my story's true
Get a bottle of rum and a Eskatrol
And watch the same thing happen to you
Chorus
We'll push the fool button
I'll meet you in the bar
We'll push the fool button
Where everyone's a star
(Jimmy pushed the fool button)
(He pushed it like a fool, Bubba)
(Pushin' like a fool)
(Pushed the button like a fool)
(Pushed the fool button)
(Pushed it like a fool)
(Pushed the button like a fool)
FA DO FA DO
Given my life for songs that I sing
FA DO FA DO
Matter of fact, I've given everything
FA DO FA DO
Time has come to not make a sound
FA DO FA DO
Time has come to lay my burdens down
FA SIb FA
Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
DO FA DO
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
SOL DO
It's come from behind
FA SOL
Now is the time
FA DO FA DO
For the last line (last line)
Managed to keep some friends on my side
To live through the times of the rumors and lies
Now it's time to rest my heart
Let some other innocent fool take my part
Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
It's come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
( saxophone solo)
Whoa oh oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
It's come from behind
Now it's the time
For the last line (last line)
So don't pay me no mind, I'm walkin' away
You'll see me again on some other day
You'll see me again, I'll be ready to go
And pour out my songs with my heart and my soul
Whoa oh oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
Whoa oh (woe oh woe oh woe oh)
It's come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
Yes it's come from behind
Now is the time
For the last line (last line)
Ah the last line (last line)
MI SI
You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight
LA7 MI
You take a few tokes make you feel alright
LA SI7 MI
Rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
SI
Pickup's washed and you just got paid
LA7 MI
With any luck at all you might even get laid
LA SI MI
'Cause they're pickin' and a kickin' on a Livingston Saturday night
LA MI
So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band
SI7 MI
Boot heels a' shufflin' on the dance floor sand
LA MI
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool
FA#7 SI7
Hittin' on the honeys right outta high school
LA SI7
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
LA7 SI7 MI
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(alright Timmy...)
Whoa listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
(where's that harpoon man...)
Whoa ya gotta listen to the sound of the hot country band
Boot heels a shufflin' on the dance floor sound
Sing some songs, play some pong, eat a deviled egg
Temperature is risin' better pop another keg
Fifteen may get ya twenty, that's all right
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
Yeah I say they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
One more time they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a Livingston Saturday night
Intro: ** Play "|" as strums or beats
SIm LA
SIm SOL
SIm LA RE
SOL LA RE
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
SOL LA RE
Made it nearly seventy days
SOL LA RE
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
MI LA
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
SOL LA RE SOL
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
SOL LA SIm
Some kind of sensuous treat
SOL RE SOL RE
Not zucchini, fettucini or bulgar wheat
SOL RE LA RE
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus
SOL LA RE
Cheeseburger in paradise
SOL LA RE
Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
SOL LA RE
Not too particular, not too precise
SOL RE LA RE
I'm just a Cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
But times change, sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Medium rare with mustard be nice
Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise
** (Guitar Tacet throughout)
** I like mine with lettuce and tomato
** Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
** Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
** Well good God almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice to get a
Cheeseburger in Paradise
I need a Cheeseburger in Paradise
I'm just a Cheeseburger in Paradise
Repeat intro
Repeat Guitar Tacet part (above)
MI SOL#7 DO#7 DOm7 SIm7
I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
LA SIm7 LA SIm7
My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
MI SOL#7 DO#7 DOm7 SIm7
How good it'd be to feel you again
LA SIm7 LA/MI MI/RE LA/DO# MI/SI DO9 SI9 MI6
How good it's be to feel that way again
MI SOL#7 DO#7 DOm7 SIm7
Would you be remembering me
LA SIm7 LA SIm7
I ask that question time and again
MI SOL#7 DO#7 DOm7 SIm7
The answer came and haunted me so
LA SIm7 LA/MI MI/RE LA/DO# MI/SI
I would not want to think it again
DO9 SI9 MI
No, I would not want to think it again
DO#m7 SOL#m7 DO#m SI MI DO7
Youuuuuuuu make it so hard to forget
DO#m7 SOL#m7 DO#m LA SI LA
Iiiiiiiiii haven't stopped loving you yet
MI SOL#7 DO#7 DOm7 SIm7
When I left the coast of Marseilles
LA SIm7 LA SIm7
I hadn't done what I'd come to do
MI SOL#7 DO#7 DOm7 SIm7
Spent all the money I'd saved
LA SIm7 LA/MI MI/RE LA/DO# MI/SI
Still did not get over you
DO9 SI9 LA/MI MI/RE LA/DO# MI/SI
No, I still did not get over you
DO#m7 DO9 SI9 MI6
Oooooooooooo
Chord diagrams: (EAGBDe) (use lots of bar chords, and walk down bass)
A/C# - x4x2xo B9 - x21222 Cm7 - x35343 E6 - o2212o
A/E - xx2x2o C7 - x35353 C#m7 - x46454 E/D - xxoxoo
Bm7 - x24232 C9 - x32333 E/B - o2x1xo G#7 - 464544
SOL
There's a cowboy in the jungle
LAm
And he looks so out of place
RE
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
DO RE SOL
And his skin as white as paste
SOL
Headin' south to Paraguay
LAm
Where the Gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
DO RE SOL
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Night and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another
Story that he loves to tell
With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll
Chorus
SOL DO RE SOL
Roll with the punches
DO RE SOL
Play all of his hunches
DO RE
Make the best of whatever came his way
DO RE SOL
What he lacked in ambition
DO RE MIm
He made up with in-tuition
DO RE SOL
Plowing straight ahead come what may
Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in moomoos
Talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what and who sat on his butt
But it's the only show in town
Chorus
They're tryin' to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six days
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may
Refrain:
LAm DO SOL
But I don't want to live on that kind of island
LAm DO SOL
No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea
MIm LA7
Too much for me, too much for me
DO RE SOL
I've got to be where the wind and the water are free
Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are
Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours may be sixty good years
It's still not that long a stay
Chorus
We've gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may
RE DO SOL
And there's a cowboy in the jungle
RE
She said I can't go back to America soon
It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June
SOL MIm
Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo, stuck in their cars
LA SOL RE
And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars
RE
Customs man tells her that she's gotta leave
She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
SOL MIm
Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
LA SOL RE (D7)
And any direction he blows'll be fine.
CHORUS
SOL RE
Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it
LA RE RE7
I have heard those words for so very long
SOL RE
Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it
LA SOL RE
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong
Tried and I tried but I don't understand
Never seems to work out the way I had it planned
Hangin' out in a marina when Steve Martin called
Singin' anybody there really wanna' get small
But women and water are in short supply
There's not enough dope for us all to get high
I hear it gets better, that's what they say
As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay
Chorus
Please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it
I have heard your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song
(spoken: "Alright, let's reggae Reefers'")
SOLO: D G A G D
Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates
Sure was good to talk to the old United States
While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west
I see General Electric's still doing their best
I've got to head this boat south pretty soon
New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes
But I know that I'll get 'em
I know that they'll come
Through the people and places and Callwoods Rum
Last Chorus:
So please don't say man~ana if you don't mean it
I have done your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gonged! (gong)
LA SOL RE
And I hope Anita Bryant never ever does one of my songs
SOL DO SOL
Disembarking at Duvalier Airport
RE DO SOL
Seeking transportation to town
SOL DO SOL
As the purple ink dried on his passport
RE DO SOL
He could still feel the eyes look around
(Some French stuff) casino
Spoke to the cabbie and smiled
Driver replied vous o louvos
As he motioned the dark man inside
SIm DO
CHORUS: Business in Aruba concluded
LAm RE REsus4
He now had a little money to spend
DO RE SOL
That's how I came to meet my African friend
We were rolling the bones several hours
Conversing as most gamblers do
We were calling on all of our powers
Hoping to see the night through
But not approving at all of our winning,
Pit boss he tugged at his sleeve
Through the whole thing my new friend was grinning
When he motioned it's time we should leave
With our night at the tables behind us
We were ready just to do it again
That's when I came to know my African friend
INSTRUMENTAL
But I woke up on the steps of a whorehouse
Soldier told me I better leave
As I stumbled to find me a taxi
I saw a note pinned to my sleeve
It was a pleasure and a hell of an evening
Truly was our night to win
But the authorities insist on my leaving
Take care, my American friend
With my weekend in Haiti concluded
I now had a little money to spend
That's how I came know my African Friend
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