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Lyrics for Migration by Jimmy Buffett:
| | | Artist: | Jimmy Buffett |
| | Album: | A1a | | Track: | Migration | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 87 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in
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