Migration chords - Jimmy Buffett

How to Play "Migration" Guitar chords

MIGRATION
Jimmy Buffett
2003 MCA Records


(C) Lookin' back at my background            
Tryin' to figure (G7) out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me     
While (C) others are much too (C7) clear        
I'm just (F) livin' in the sunshine    
Stay (C) contented most of the (Am) time       
Yeah, (D7) listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis                            
Sing me their Texas (G) rhymes (G7) 

Now (C) most of the people who retire in Florida 
Are (G) wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys
I (C) hate those bastards so much
I wish a (F) summer squall would blow them 
All the (C) way up to fantasy (Am) land
Yeah, they're (D7) ugly and square, they don't belong here
They looked a (G) lot better as beer (C) cans

Yeah and (Am) that's why it's still a mystery to me                 
Why (G) some people live like they do       

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So (Am) many nice things happenin' out there            
They (D7) never even seen the (G) clues                               
Oh, but we're (F) doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme        
I (C) know we been doin' our (Am) part            
Got a (F) Caribbean soul I can (C) barely control                
And some (G) Texas hidden here in my (Am) heart (C)

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've done
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
Figured out it's time to have a little fun

Yeah and (Am) that's why it's still a mystery to me                 
Why (G) some people live like they do       
So (Am) many nice things happenin' out there            
They (D7) never even seen the (G) clues                               
Oh, but we're (F) doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme        
I (C) know we been doin' our (Am) part            
Got a (F) Caribbean soul I can (C) barely control                
And some (G) Texas hidden here in my (Am) heart (C)
      
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

Yeah and (Am) that's why it's still a mystery to me                 
Why (G) some people live like they do       
So (Am) many nice things happenin' out there            
They (D7) never even seen the (G) clues                               
Oh, but we're (F) doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme        
I (C) know we been doin' our (Am) part            
Got a (F) Caribbean soul I can (C) barely control                
And some (G) Texas hidden here in my (Am) heart (C)