1.Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street
Written：Jimmy Buffett／Steve Goodman
Chorus：
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline Street
She claimed in a loud voice to be a dancer
But I don't think she's cut a rug in years
Listens to the jukebox for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat
Chorus：
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline Street
Her lover left her stranded in Jamaica
Just right now she can't recall his name
Perceiving she's the center of attention
And all the lurking eyes they look the same
Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
And in a flash all hell has broken loose
Chorus：
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline Street
(instrumental)
When I woke up and looked around the barroom
She was gone and I was black and blue
So be careful when you go to swing your partner
Someone just might take a swing at you
Chorus：
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline Street
Ya there's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline Street
There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet ...
2.My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Chorus：
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus (oh my
lordy it's that...)
It's that kind of mornin'
Really was that kind of night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little beer
Listen to the jukebox
Merle was comin' in clear
All of a sudden I wad'n alone
Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones
Duval Street was rockin'
My eyes they starting poppin'
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar
As I broke another string on my ol' guitar
Someone call a cab
Lady won'tcha pay my tab
Chorus：
And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
(oh my lordy it's that...)
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Gotta get a little orange juice
And a Darvon for my head
I can't spend all day
Baby layin' in the bed
I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk
Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk
I've got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day
Chorus：
But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
(oh my lordy it's that...)
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was that kinda night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night
Let me tell ya, I be roarin' Friday night
I mean I'll be
Roarin'
Friday
Night
3.The Captain And The Kid
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
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
4.Big Rig
Lyrics：G.Taylor
Music：G.Taylor
If I was a road dog baby
All o' my songs were true
Reckon I'd like my whiskey drinkin'
A whole lot more than I do
But I don't know about the good life baby
Not so sure it's for me
I'd much rather be home rollin' with you
Than watchin' Tom Snyder on TV
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Now I been to lots o' parties
Spent my whole life in a bar
There's a whole lotta good lookin' women out there
Who think I am a star
Drinkin' and a snortin'
Ain't really where I am
If I had my own two ways
I'd be rollin' home to Alabam'
I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Spoken： 'Ah, go Fingers, ya!'
Now some day I'll be better
My ramblin' days'll be through
I won't have any more gigs to play
I'll be back home there with you
But meanwhile, wait a minute
What's that thing I see
It's a good lookin' blonde with a bottle of scotch
And she wants to go home with me
She's lookin' like a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
I wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Ya I wish I was a big rig
Rollin' on home to you
Wish I was a big rig
A big rig baby
Rollin' on home to you
Spoken：
'Ya I'll be home in a few days baby'
'Have I been good？'
'I've been GREAT!'
'Whoa!'
5.Defying Gravity
Lyrics：Jesse Winchester
Music：Jesse Winchester
I live on a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even one day if I do
Well I'll jump up and smile back at you
I don't even know where we are
They tell me we're circlin' a star
Well I'll take their word I don't know
But I'm dizzy so it may be so
I'm riding a big round ball
I never do dream I may fall
And even the high must lay low (even the high must lay low)
But when I do fall I will be glad to go
Yes when I do fall I will be glad to go
6.Havana Daydreamin'
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
Stashed his trash in Ecuador
Bought a good suit of clothes
Flew on up to Mexico
Standin' by the shore
Waitin' for some mystery man
To pay him for his time
But thinkin' about all the money he'd made
Couldn't help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin'
Boy he's just dreamin'
His life away
His daddy chopped that sugar cane
One day he fell dead
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin' around in his head
Sailin' on a midnight boat
There were no questions asked
The water so green and the air was so clean
He just stuck right to his task
Havana daydreamin'
Boy he's just schemin'
His life away
(instrumental)
Ceilin' fan it stirs the air
Cigar smoke does swirl
The fragrance on the pillowcase
And he thinks about the girl
Spillin' wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile
He pays her well but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while
Havana daydreamin'
Boy he's just dreamin'
His life away
Havana daydreamin'
Boy he'll be dreamin'
His life away
7.Cliches
Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett
Music：Jimmy Buffett
She's got a ballpark figure
He's got a ballpoint pen
They travel around for weeks at a time
Writin' down descriptions of the places they been
She plays guitar but nothin' fancy
With no intention of becomin' a star
Only thing that's botherin' him these days
Is where he's gonna find a good ten-cent cigar
Cliches
Good ways
To say what you mean
Mean what you say
She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
She's eighty-sixed from the Chart Room
He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real fast
They're funny when they get to rockin'
Goin' out for a night on the town
Takin' Polaroid pictures that are never in focus
Just to look at when they finally slow down
Full moon
So soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June
He's always tuned into Star Trek
She's always tuned into him
Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies
Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim
Tonight they're gonna go star gazin'
An' try to figure out which one they're near
But try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height
You know you can't get there from here
Full moon
So soon
Wishin' every month of the year could be June
Cliches
Good ways
To say what you mean
Mean what you say
To say what you mean
Mean what you say
8.Something So Feminine About A Mandolin
Written：Jimmy Buffett／Jane Slagsvol
It was late in the evenin', just a few of us pickin'
But the lady she played so easy and fine
And the chords that she strummed were so tastefully clever
They planted this song in my mind
Chorus：
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
The way that they feel, the way that they ring
Just to see slender fingers, movin' so quickly
Made this boy want to sing
And when I get older and I have a daughter
I'll teach her to sing and play her my songs
And I'll tell her some stories I can barely remember
And hope that she will sing along
And maybe one day she'll take a fancy to pickin'
'Cause when that bug bites you, you live with the sting
And if she could just strum a few simple measures
She could make some young man sing
'Cause there's somethin' so feminine about a mandolin
Way that they feel, the way that they ring
And that evenin' in a pasture somewhere near Austin
That mandolin made me sing
Her mandolin made me sing
9.Kick It In Second Wind
Written：Jimmy Buffett／Jane Slagsvol
One o'clock in mornin'
People pilin' in thru the door
Drinks are still comin' and I'm barely hummin'
And the audience is screamin' for more
Somebody's locked in the bathroom
Manager can't find the key
I pity that man but from where I stand
It's lookin' like the prisoner is me
Chorus：
So won'tcha kick it in now second wind
We got two more hours to go
Losin' any more hope of scorin' any more coke
And we still gotta do another show
My mind started to wander
In the middle of my second song
Dreamin' I was at sea just my baby and me
When the words started comin' out wrong
Waitresses are pickin' up glasses
The bartenders scream last call
When I looked to my right I saw a terrible sight
As the bass man took a bad fall
Chorus：
So won'tcha kick it in now second wind
We got two more hours to go
Losin' any more hope of scorin' any more coke
And we still gotta do another show
(organ instrumental)
It's three o'clock in the mornin'
Runnin' on adrenalin
What I'm tryin' to say is that tomorrow's the day
And we got to do it over again
Chorus：
So won'tcha kick it in now second wind
We got two more hours to go
Losin' any more hope of scorin' any more coke
And we still gotta do another show
Gotta do another show
I gotta, do another show
Gotta, do another show
Gotta, do another show, oh oh oh oh oh aw....
10.This Hotel Room
Lyrics：Steve Goodman
Music：Steve Goodman
Uh this hotel room's gotta lotta stuff
Laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty two hangers and a touch tone phone
Well a light that comes on when I ain't home
I ain't home
I ain't home
You better leave a message 'cause
I ain't home
They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot
A radiator for when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a holy bible and the TV Guide
TV Guide
The TV Guide
Great God Almighty
It's the TV Guide
I gotta second story view from curb to curb
I gotta sign that reads 'Do Not Disturb'
A monogrammed towel and a bucket of ice
A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies
Mirror that lies
A mirror that lies
That couldn't be me
In the gorilla disguise
They got a room service menu for food and drink
A porcelain throne and an aluminum sink
Two big pillows to rest my head
A Magic Fingers and a king-size bed
Put in a quarter
Turn out the light
Magic Fingers makes ya feel alright
Uh feel alright
Feel alright
Magic Fingers makes you feel alright
Uh this ol' hotel's all right with me
They pay the postage if you lose the key
This hotel room's gotta lot of stuff
But I do believe I've had enough
Called my baby said don't you pout
I'm packin' my bags and I'm checkin' out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
Comin' home
Uh comin' home
Stick a candle in the window
I'm comin' home
Whoa comin' home
Comin' home
Stick a candle in the window
I'm comin' home
Spoken： 'Thank you boys'
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