Ace By: Jimmy Buffett Transcribed by: Mike Tubbs Tubbs @erols.com capo 4 D A Hardly seems a long time G A D Just a minute of the day Bm G But the man who stood beside me E7 A More than gave himself away D A The food stain on his spotted shirt G A D A gray beard on his face D D G D A man composed of many names A D So I just called him Ace Chorus: G D But Ace can't read and Ace can't write A D And he sleeps on a bench at night G A D A little man the world has left behind G D He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet A D Makes his living on the street G A D Never knowing what he's gonna find Born in Mississippi Picking cotton as a child Left soon for the city Where he heard that life was wild That was fifty years ago When nothing's really strange >From a poor dirt farm to dirty streets Is really not much change Chorus: And Ace can't read and Ace can't write And he sleeps on a bench at night A little man the world has left behind He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet Makes his living on the street Never knowing what he's gonna find Go back to the country No he really can't do that Wasted years have left him Nothing but an old straw hat So he puts it on his head And waves a last good-bye No time left to turn around And no time to ask why Chorus: Ace can't read and Ace can't write And he sleeps on a bench at night A little man the world has left behind He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet Makes his living on the street Never knowing what he's gonna find And this old world has left poor Ace behind Rockefeller Square By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason transcribed by: Mike Tubbs Tubbs@erols.com G C Bb F G G C Did you ever just want to lay down F G Tell the world you've had enough G C Did you ever just want to drop out F G When the goin' got a little bit rough G C Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry D G Have you ever really had the blues G C So now you want to see how the other half live Bb F G Well brother whatcha got to lose Bb F G D Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home C G And you never think of ever goin' back D Your father's makin' money for the good of the country Bb F G And your mama's out bettin' at the track Bb F G (no chord) Camptown ladies sing them songs doo dah doo dah A D And now you gonna to let hair grow long G A Get a little pad uptown A D Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards G A And use your wits to get around A D And you think it's gonna make you happy E A See your story in the evening news A And you know its just a game of D tryin' to point the blame C G A Brother whatcha got to lose C G A Chorus: A E Hey lonely Rockefeller Square D A The underground world don't fit a millionaire A E Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do D A First time you've ever had the pressure on you A E But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through D A There'll still be piece of daddy's kingdom for you Now Rocky you sure hurt your mama And your daddy got an ulcer for a year With the stock market shot and the war's still hot It sure was a cruel thing to do So don't cry boy Chorus: Hey lonely Rockefeller Square The underground life don't fit a millionaire Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do First time you've ever had the pressure on you But Rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is through There'll still be piece of daddy's kingdom for you (chorus part) Money to pay, money today Don't you go gay Rocky better pray Money today, money to pay Don't you go gay Rocky better pray Money today, money to pay Don't you go gay Rocky better pray Money today, money to pay Don't you go gay... England By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason transcribed by: Mike Tubbs Tubbs@erols.com D I have watched as the sun went down I have crashed as the room spun around E7 A Now she's gone, she can't be found D G D And I'm down where I've been before D G D Sat and watched as she bolts out the door D Can't explain why the woman's sore E7 A It's gonna rain some more Chorus: Bm A Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England Bm A Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare G A Now I wonder if's she's there 'Cause she took every cent of mine Paid it all to the Pan Am line Though she's gone, I hope she's fine Fly love of mine Chorus: Somebody told me the last word they heard her say was England Somebody said that she mentioned the airline and the fare Now I wonder if's she's there D So tally-ho A/D Jolly good show G A D My woman's gone to England Travelin Clean By: Jimmy Buffett transcribed by: Mike Tubbs Tubbs@erols.com C You go to Fargo We'll meet in Chicago F7 Travelin' light and travelin' clean In a nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine C F7 C And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone Chorus: No time to look back We've crossed the last track Travelin' free and travelin' wild With my barefoot blue-eyed travelin' child And I'm gone I'm movin' on yes I'm gone F7 C Run away queen F7 C Travelin' clean You tell your mother That you love another Runnin' with a free-born man That asks more of you than your hand And you're gone you're movin' on yes you're gone Run away queen Travelin' clean You go to Fargo We'll meet in Chicago Travelin' light and travelin' clean In my nine wheel blue and white travelin' machine And I'm gone C Come away, runaway queen On her way and travelin' clean Come away, runaway queen The Hang Out Gang By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason transcribed by: Mike Tubbs Tubbs@erols.com Am G D/F# F F G Am G Am The tour bus passed here yesterday Exciting all the fools who pay To see the naked lady in our yard The hang out gang is back in town Rumor has it going 'round they brought back Four new groupies and a St. Bernard We're peaceful and abiding cats some call Gypsies Some call brats but bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus Chorus: Am D All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin' G C Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out Am D I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children G C And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southwest beat When they came upon Koochie in our yard She smiled sir I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm They wound up takin' in our St. Bernard It didn't have a tag y'all Chorus: All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin' Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out (Chorus Part) Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out 'Til we both turn blue mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out Chorus: All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin' Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out All we was doin' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin' Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out -- Spoken (Dialogue) "Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago. Fixed up that little cabin on the ridge. They really them long hairs? Well, Homer seen 'em. Homer seen how long it was. Still reckon I seen it. They a bunch of weirdos. One of them had a little instrument looked like a mandolin. Why Lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter. Well. Homer, turn that radio down." High Cumberland Dilemma By Jimmy Buffett Transcribed by:Mike Tubbs Tubbs@erols.com G It’s been a little fever D and maybe Bucky Bever C that made me pull the lever G Gsus G happy(?) once again We chose just not to marry but go ahead and carry all of our earthly goods move out in the woods E7 E4th E5th Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by Country has a feeling it’s more than meets the eye A D(2) G(2) D(2) meets the eye moonlight on the cabin and it’s too damn cold to sleep your head turns from my pillow so I can’t hear you weep here you weep Sara sleep E Stoned alone with you at least the city streets have drains standing here as far up in the rain B longing for boston once again Sara’s cold and hungry and the baby’s due any day stuck up in high country the snow don’t melt til May here we’ll stay Mountain fever’s on me and today the truck broke down doctor in the valley but we can’t get into town he don’t come round Sara cried for Boston and her mother late last night I reassured her everything wasd tight but I’m not sure that it’s alright Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by Country has a feeling it’s more than meets the eye meets the eye E4th-04xxxx E5th-05xxxx D2-x57775 G2-x5578x High Cumberland Jubilee/ Comin Down Slow By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason transcribed by: Mike Tubbs Tubbs@erols.com Am Am/G Maybe leaving's better in the afternoon Am/F Am When the rain don't fall so hard From where we were we had to look down far below To see just what went on in our own backyard C G/B Coming down slow without a thing to show D F Wondering what went on while we were up there Mountain roads now asphalt highways that we once called heaven skyways Children lost what is the cost to get back home again C D F C La La La La La La La La Laaaa La La La La La La La La Laaaa E7 It was a high cumberland jubilee Such a high cumberland jubilee It was a high cumberland jubilee Such a high cumberland jubilee It was a high cumberland jubilee Such a high cumberland jubilee It was a high cumberland jubilee Such a high cumberland jubilee It was a high cumberland jubilee Such a high cumberland jubilee yeah I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain I'm goin' to climb up in the tree I'm goin' to climb up in the mountain I'm goin' to see what I can see You know... It was a high cumberland jubilee Such a high cumberland jubilee @SONG Bend a Little By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason 1971 [intro: E Esus2 E E Esus2 E] E A Evil, it's been here all along E A Good things, they just seem to have come and gone E A E In my life I have seen so much go wrong E A C E And there's only one way left for us to get along Chorus: E A You got to bend a little one way or the other E A You got to leave your mind open to discover C G F Seems I've been fightin' it all along C G F You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on E (3rd time play Bb?) Or soon you'll be gone Papers, they print it every day Housewife, wraps the garbage then throws it away I don't guess she thinks they have that much to say But when the time is right she'll be the lady with so much to pay Repeat chorus: History, it teaches much too well Nations, had to rise up before they fell And my eyes see the story they're tryin' to tell And tonight I think I heard the final toll of the bell Repeat chorus C G F Seems I've been fightin' it all along F F I've been a fightin' and a fightin' Got to bend a little no matter which side you're on It's a long and and dirty battle It seems I've been fightin' it all along I've been a tearin' and a pullin' Got a bend a little no matter which side you're on Yes I know cause It seems I've been fightin' it all along I've been a punchin' and a gougin' And it seems no matter which side you're on I've been a tearin' and a rippin' and It seems I've been fightin' it all along It don't matter 'cause you know you Got a bend a little no matter which side you're on You got to bend a little backwards Cause it seems I've been fightin' it all along Cause it seems I've been fightin'... You got to bend a little no matter which side you're on -------------------------------------------------------------- Chord diagrams: E - |o221oo| Esus2 - |o22120| A - |oo222o| G - |32ooo3| C - |x32o1o| F - |xx3211| Bb? - |x1232o| -------------------------------------------------------------- transcribed by Arleen Myers (myera@ils.unc.edu) August '95 ------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: In The Shelter @CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu) In the Shelter By: Jimmy Buffett 1971 Intro: A E A E E In the shelter A In the mornin' as the sun is brightly gleaming F#m I heard her crying out, "What is it all about? E A E I just don't know, but I can't go back home" E Lonely princess A All the days out on your own are growing empty F#m Nothing is going well E If you could only tell them how you feel A E But they're too real to understand Chorus: A Too many trite expressions E Ending in forced rejections long ago A To many innocent faces E In too many far out places somethings wrong B Let me tell you that somethings wrong A E It's been that way so long, and it's a shame On the street car To the city where she knows she may lose it all Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time And knowing well that this could be her final fall Past the boutique To the alley down the river, people pass her by She sits on a big gray rock, takes off her boots and socks Not knowin' what she will do next just starts to cry Chorus: A Too many wild rejections E Endin' in angry questions from her dad A Too many T.V. dinners E Ah, everyone loves a winner, but she was lost A E No one knows the trials she had (Repeat first verse, then) E A E A E A E Hell, I just don't know, but I can't go back home (fade) Song: Death Valley Lives By Jimmy Buffett, 1971 Appearing on "High Cumberland Jubilee" and "Before the Beach" Transcription by Doug Erickson (doerickson@amherst.edu) This is one of my favorite old Buffett songs--great for loud, hard strumming. The barred Am and D chords in the bridge are blatant guesses and probably wrong--please post corrections if you have them. I think the rest of it is accurate. Intro: D C G (3x), D Dsus D Verse 1: Am C It's the ways of her father, D C D G If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet Am C And the desert is callin' to me D C D G Run before the final trap is set Am C All roads lead to the city D C D G Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same Am C Lady lays out the pattern D C D G With the parts of her body that seem tame Chorus: G C D Death Valley lives G C D C G And Tracy isn't sure what really gives Verse 2: Act like a child and I'll respond With my well-rehearsed farewell Quoting the verse that you bought But weren't quite prepared to sell Em G Sayin' I think I love you Em D Maybe I care Am It's not fair Death Valley lives And Tracy isn't sure what really gives Bridge: Am D And it's a sore spot Am* D* When the roof's burning hot D D Dsus D Dsus4 D And the desert air just cannot bring you down Am D Still the bed's warm Am* D* And a cold arm G C D C G Keeps me floating inches off the ground Death Valley lives And Tracy isn't sure what really gives Verse 3: Go paint your toes, wipe your nose And then come to say goodbye And all along tell yourself I am wrong if I try Em G I am sorry it's over Em D I'm not to blame Am What a game Death Valley lives Now I'm not even sure what really gives D C G (repeat and fade) Chords: Am: x02210 Am*: 577555 C: x32010 D: xx0232 D*: F shape in 10th pos. Dsus: xx0230 Dsus4: xx0233 Em: 022000 G: 320003 @SONG: Livingston's Gone to Texas @CHORDS: (costells@guvax.georgetown.edu) Livingston's Gone to Texas By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 Intro: E B7 E B7 E Nothing is different, nothing's changed at all D#m E B7 A E Livingston's gone to Texas, they say he had a ball Chorus: A G D They say he learned to be a cowboy A G D They say he learned to rope and ride Bm G A7 D But I wonder if he ever thinks about the tears his woman cried Now Holly, won't you let me Try and make you smile You loved him as if he were your husband Now he'll be gone awhile Chorus: Wrote he had to see the country On starry nights he wished you were there And so would show wherever he goes Deep inside you know he really cares And nothin' is different, nothin's changed at all Livingston's still in Texas Snow's about to fall --------------------------------------- Chord diagrams: D#m - |xx4342| -------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 6 Jul 1995 00:11:41 -0400 (EDT) From: Arleen Myers Subject: CRD: "God Don't Own a Car" by Jimmy Buffett God Don't Own a Car (No Wheels) >From _High Cumberland Jubilee_ and _Before the Beach_ By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason 1971 (play one verse as intro) G Em I have been out wandering G Em I have traveled far G Em One conclusion I have made C D G Is God don't own a car He don't wear no fancy clothes He'd rather take the bus He would pay a tourist fare So he could sit with us He don't have no tamborine Guitar or slide trombone The music we make here on Earth The words they are His own (one verse instrumental) And when we finally reach His home And walk among the stars He'll join our band then we'll understand Why God don't own a car La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la Chords: C - |x32o1o| D - |xxo232| Em - |o22ooo| G - |32ooo3| transcribed by Arleen Myers (myera@ils.unc.edu) July '95