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By: Jimmy Buffett
1971 Chorus: It's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven Didn't you forget the golden rule You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor But he's a little smart for you to fool You complain how you forgets the gospel You remind them seek and you shall find Maybe youth will have a time for seeking After they clean up what you left behind Chorus: 'Cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven Didn't you forget the golden rule You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor But he's a little smart for you to fool You were right there when the plate was passed last Sunday That's the second time you've been to church all year Could you really call yourself a christian If charity cost half as much as beer Hey You pray a little more as you grow older You get religion as your hair turns gray But you don't need to worry about hereafter Just worry what you're going to do today Chorus: 'Cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven Didn't you forget the golden rule You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor But he's a little smart for you to fool Yes my friend I think you've blown your cool Hey |
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By: Jimmy Buffett, Buzz Cason
1970 Why is he cussin' and callin' disgustin' The city that is now his home He never smiles or keeps up with styles He is black and he is all alone And you ask why he's this way Well brother you're too blind to see It's cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me Get out of the street don't get high on my beat Go on home the policeman warns Just 'cause you're poor why do you declare war I can't help the way that you were born Why are they holdin' him down He's spending his life on his knees 'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me Chorus: Got to help Ellis Got to help Ellis You know we got to help Ellis Ellis Dee Try and help Ellis you and me Got to get to Ellis hear his plea Try and help Ellis get free Ellis got hooked, he got booked and he shook In his cold little shivery cell While out on the street in that same funky beat Mister pusher was doing well And Ellis Junior cries tears his daddy can't see 'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me Chorus: Got to help Ellis Got to help Ellis You know we got to help Ellis Ellis Dee Try and help Ellis you and me Got to get to Ellis hear his plea Try and help Ellis get free 'Cause Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me No Ellis Dee ain't free like you and me |
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I didn't know we were at war
I've been away so long Trying to help once lost men Distinguish right from wrong I didn't know we'd killed the men Our leaders proud and strong The situation's changed my friend I've been away too long I taught my friends How we had gained respect for every man And freedom flowed like jungle streams While peace embraced the land I told them how we'd learned to change Our sword blades into plows I told them they should learn from us What should I tell them now Chorus: 'Cause I didn't know we were at war I've been away so long Trying to help once lost men Distinguish right from wrong The jungle silence shut them off From civilized mankind Their nakedness was no disgrace No censors could I find The population lived in peace All brothers on their own And now that I have seen the mess I don't think I'll go home Chorus: 'Cause I didn't know we were at war I've been |
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By: Jimmy Buffett
1970 Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages Lookin' at the world through magazine pages I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range Made this stop for personal reasons Didn't know I'd catch the changin' of the seasons Winter dictates everything from frost to naked trees Chorus: I'm about a mile high in Denver Where the rock meets timberline I've walked this ground from town to town Just to finally call it mine Lookin' for the cloud with a styrofoam lining Hopin' that the sun will keep on shinin' Leading me to distant peace that waits so patiently Need a little love to try some givin' Try a little love and then start livin' Things I feared so long ago When everything was wrong Chorus: I'm about a mile high in Denver Where the rock meets timberline I've walked this ground from town to town Tonight I'll call it mine Tonight I'll call it mine Sittin' on a pocket full of hard earned wages Lookin' at the world through magazine pages I heard a lot about the mountains and the Colorado range Need a little time to try some livin' Try a little love and then start givin' Things I feared so long ago When everything was wrong I'm about a mile high in Denver Where the rock meets timberline Where God and trees create the breeze Tonight I'll call it mine Tonight I'll call it mine Tonight I'll call it mine Tonight I'll call it mine Tonight I'll call it mine |
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I never used to miss the chance
To climb upon his knee Listen to the many tales Of life upon the sea We'd go sailin' back on barkentines An' talk of things he did Tomorrow just a day away For the captain and the kid His world had gone from sailin' ships To rakin' mom's backyard He never could adjust to land Although he tried so hard We both were growin' older then Wiser with our years That's when I came to understand The course his heart still steered He died about a month ago While winter filled the air And though I cried I was so proud To love a man so rare He's somewhere on the ocean now A place he outta be With one hand on the starboard rail He's wavin' back at me I never used to miss the chance To climb upon his knee Listen to his many tales Of life upon the sea We'd go sailin' back on barkentines Talk of things he did The world was just a day away For the captain and the kid For the captain And this kid |
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Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion
Now he looks a little different from anything you've seen He likes to beat the bass drum for justice and salvation He's got the brains of Einstein and the brawn of Mister Clean He's a lightnin' flash who'll make the dash from one coast to the other To stop a crime or lend a dime or help his aging mother Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out Captain America's our man Now he wears a mask his clothes are weird and some folks call him hokie But he is hip he just can't dig the okie from Muskogie Captain will help anyone a friend or a stranger Now number one without a gun he's bypassed the Lone Ranger He's a do do good who loves apple pie and kisses little babies He'll guard you against everything from atom bombs to rabies Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out Captain America's our man Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion He looks a little different from anything you've seen He likes to beat the bass drum for justice and salvation He's got the brains of Einstein and the bod of Mister Clean He's a lightnin' flash who'll make the dash from one coast to the other To stop a crime or lend a dime or help his aging mother Captain America we love you, Captain America you're grand Oh Spiro Agnew eat your heart out Captain America's our man Captain America's our man |
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As large as life she stood there
Kissed my cheek and called my old nickname And though several years had passed Both of us still looked quite the same I said hi relaxed a bit Then asked her how she'd been all these years She told me she was feeling fine Came to see a friend who lived up here Told me she had finished school And then went on to college for a year I asked if she had married Slowly down her cheek there came a tear She said just an itchy eye It must be the weather way up here Told her I can't stand the cold It freezes me and I can't feel my ears We talked a bit about Mobile And thought about how it has never changed I told her I was a comin' home To spend some time and hoped it wouldn't rain She asked if she could see me then And we could spend some time now and then Because I lived so far away Was still no chance why we could not be friends I drove her to the waiting plane Watched that big jet streaking through the sky Thought about the sad young girl And the time that I just saw her cry That flame must still be burning bright I think I'll catch a later flight today It's time for me to go on home And spend a day or two down by the bay |
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Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
In like he owned the two-bit town Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans The population they gathered 'round Nothing this exciting since a fertilizer truck Blew a front tire and landed in the creek Everybody talkin' everybody strainin' Tryin' to get a little peek Chorus: It's just the world they'll never know Not a country fair side show Reality they'll somehow never see He's what they've tried to kill With their Bibles and their stills But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free Payin' for the gas he wickedly shouted thanks And continued on his journey all once again Just about the time a siren fast-approached and The pot bellied sheriff he whizzed right in With his self inflicted grammar started shoutin' Accusations at the long haired greasy looking ape While a local D.J. from the fifty watt station got The whole damn thing on tape Chorus: It's just the world they'll never know Not a country fair side show Reality they'll somehow never see He's what they've tried to kill With their Bibles and their stills But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free The holy roller preacher told the eager congregation That the devil had passed right through their nest But the teenage girls with their locks in curls were A talkin' 'bout that hair upon his chest Now the kids got their cookies while the preacher Saved some souls and the story spread to everyone in sight Commotion was the word and everybody heard He was gone before the night Chorus: It's just the world they'll never know Not a country fair side show Reality they'll somehow never see He's what they've tried to kill With their Bibles and their stills But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free |
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It hardly seems a long time, just a minute of the day.
But the man who stood beside me more than gave himself away. The food stain on his spotted shirt, the gray beard on his face. A man composed of many names, so I just called him Ace. (chorus) But 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. Born in Mississippi, picking cotton as a child. He left soon for the city where he heard that life was wild. But that was 50 years ago and nothings really strange. From a poor dirt farm to dirty streets is really not much change. repeat chorus Go back to the country, naw 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 goodbye. No time left to turn around and no time to ask why. 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. |
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Did ya ever just wanna lay down, tell the world ya had enough.
Did ya ever wanna drop out, when the goin' got a little bit rough. Have you ever walked the sidewalks hungry, Have you ever really had the blues? So now you wanna see how the other half lived, Well brother what ya got to lose? Whatcha got to lose if you leave your home And you never think think of ever goin' back. Your fat(er's making money for the good of the country And your moma's out bettin' at the track. Camptown ladies sing them songs, doo-daa, doo-daa, And now you're gonna let your hair grow long Get a little pad up town. Throw away your checkbook and all your credit cards And use your wits to get around. And you think it's gonna make you happy, See your story in the evening new. If you know it's just a game of tryin' to point the blame, Brother whatcha got to lose? Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square, The underground world don't fit a millionaire. Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do, First time you ever had the pressure on you. Hey, Rock when the rockin' and t(e bombin' is through There'll still be a piece of daddy's kingdom for you. Now Rocky ya sure hurt ya moma, And your daddy got an ulcer over you. With t(e stock market shot and the war still hot It sure was a cruel thing to do. So don't cry boy. Hey, lonely Rockefeller Square The underground life don't fit a millionaire. Hey, Rocky, whatcha gonna do? First time you ever had the pressure on you. Hey, Rock when the rockin' and the bombin' is through There'll still be a piece of daddy's kingdom for you. Money to pay, money today, don't ya go gay, Rocky better pray. Money today, money to pay, don't ya go gay, Rocky better pray. x2 |
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Evil, it's been here all along.
Good things, they just seem to have come and gone. In my life, I have seen so much go wrong. And there's only one way left for us to get along. (chorus) You gotta bend a little, one way or the other. Gotta leave your mind open to discover. Seems I been fightin' it all along. You gotta bend a little no matter which side your on. Soon you'll be gone. Papers, they print it everday. 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 'for they fell. And my eyes see the story they're trying to tell. And tonight I think I heard the final toll of the bell. We've gotta bend a little, one way or the other. Gotta leave your mind open to discover. Seems I've been fightin' it all along. You've gotta bend a little no matter which side you're on. Soon you'll be gone. Seems I been fightin' it all along. I've been a fightin' and a fightin'. Gotta bend a little no matter which side you're on. It's a lonely dirty battle. It seems I been fightin' it all along. I been a tearin' and a pullin'. Gotta bend a little no matter which side you're on. Yes sir. 'Cause it seems I've been fightin' it all along. I been a punchin' and a gougin'. |
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In the shelter
In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming I heard her crying out, "What is it all about? I just don't know, but I can't go back home." Lonely princess All the days out on your own are growing empty Nothing is going well If you could only tell them how you feel They're too real to understand Too many trite expressions Ending in forced rejections long ago Too many innocent faces Too many far out places something's wrong Let me tell you that something's wrong It's been that way so long, and it's a shame On the street car To the city where she knows that she might lose it all Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time And knowing well this could be her final fall Past the boutique Down the alley to the river, people pass her by Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry Too many small suggestions Endin' in angry questions from her dad Too many T.V. dinners And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost No one knows the trials she had In the shelter In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming I heard her crying out, "What is it all about? I just don't know, but I can't go back home." Lord, I just don't know, but I can't go back home. |
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By: Jimmy Buffett
1971 It's the ways of her father If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet And the desert is calling to me Run before the final trap is set All roads lead to the city Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same Lady lays out the pattern With the parts of her body that seem tame Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives 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 Saying I think I love you Maybe I care It's not fair Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives And it's a sore spot when the room's burning hot And the desert air just cannot bring you down Still the bed's warm but a cold arm Keeps me floating inches off the ground Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives Go paint your toes wipe you nose and then come to say goodbye And all along tell yourself I am wrong if I try Crying sorry it's over I'm not to blame What a game Death valley lives now I'm not even sure what really gives |
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I have watched as the sun went down
I have crashed as the room spun around Now she's gone, she can't be found And I'm down where I've been before Sat and watched as she bolts out the door Can't explain why the woman's sore It's gonna rain some more 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 '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 So tally-ho Jolly good show My woman's gone to England |
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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: 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 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 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) "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." |
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