Everybody's Got a Cousin in Miami by Jimmy Buffett from: "Fruitcakes" submitted by Devin Kerins I play with a Capo on 1 but that's because it I can't play the Eb chord without it. You can get a better reggae sound without it though. Chords: without Capo With Capo F7 (131231) (020130) Bb (113331) (002220) Eb (xx1343) (xx0232) F (133211) (022100) Gm (355333) (244222) C7 (032310) (021202) Intro, verses: 1 guitar picks through the F7 and Bb chords, the other strums Verse F7 It was ninety miles to freedom but they took the risk, Bb Though the ocean was a motion and the wind was brisk F7 The deadly gunboats never saw them in the pale moon light. Bb And they were off the Cayo Hueso by the dawn's early light. The gringo in the garden called the "customs man" They answered all his questions were allowed to land. The ladies shared a hairbrush and their husbands had a coke And they were taken up to Krome to meet with their kin folk Chorus F7 Bb Everbody's got a cousin in Miami (everybody's got a cousin in Miami) F7 Bb Everybody understands the impromptu F7 Bb Dancing in the heat to the beat that turns your clothing clammy F7 Bb Everybody needs to have a dream come true. In a third world jungle, not so far away Lives a natural drummer with a dream to play. He's the brother of the lizard and the flying fish But he's enchanted by the pictures from the satelite dish. So his mother packs his bag, knots his redneck tie Sends himm north to her relations with a kiss goodbye He's bewildered by the plane ride and the immigration line Until he see his Christian name upon a card board sign Everybody's got a cousin in Miami Everyone is an aboridgine. Dancing in the heat to the beat that turns your clothing clammy Everyone wants to win that lottery. Middle F7 Bb Eb And the winning numbers are: 5 6 3 7 9 F7 Bb Eb Oh, so close! Bridge F7 Bb History lesson, History Lesson Eb F Bb Its hard to believe the city started as a trading post Eb F Bb Gm Home to the seminole, pirate, and poineer C7 F7 Before the river of grass and the old mosquito coast C7 F7 Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone It brought me life, it brought me love I never have out grown It brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne Shore And one too many mornings in the Grove drug store. In one way or the other we're all refugees Living out this easy life below the banyan trees Smoothing off the rougher edges of that culture class. We got a style, we got a look we got that old panache. Ad lib with the chorus and middle.