Migration — текст песни (Jimmy Buffett)





By: jimmy buffett

1974

Whoa, lookin back at my background

Tryin to figure out how I ever got here

Some things are still a mystery to me

While others are much too clear

Im just livin in the sunshine

Stay contented most of the time

Yeah listenin to murphy, walker, and willis

Sing me their texas rhymes



Most of the people who retire in florida

Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch

And mobile homes are smotherin my keys

I hate those bastards so much

I wish a summer squall would blow them all

The way up to fantasy land

Yeah theyre ugly and square, they dont belong here

They looked a lot better as beer cans



Chorus:

Yeah, and thats why its still a mystery to me

Why some people live like they do

So many nice things happenin out there

They never even seen the clues

Whoa but were doin fine, we can travel and rhyme

I know we been doin our part

Got a caribbean soul I can barely control

And some texas hidden here in my heart



Well now I might have joined the merchant marine

If I hadnt 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 done

I came off the rebound, started lookin around

Figured out its time to have a little fun



Chorus:

Yeah, and thats why its still a mystery to me

Why some people live like they do

So many nice things happenin out there

They never even seen the clues

Whoa but were doin fine, we can travel and rhyme

I know we been doin our part

Got a caribbean soul I can barely control

And some texas hidden here in my heart



Well now if I ever live to be an old man

Im gonna sail down to martinique

Im gonna buy me a sweat-stained bogart suit

And an african parakeet

And then Ill 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



Chorus:

Yeah, and thats why its still a mystery to me

Why some people live like they do

So many nice things happenin out there

They never even seen the clues

Yeah but were doin fine, we can travel and rhyme

I know we been doin our part

Got a caribbean soul I can barely control

And some texas hidden here in my heart



Coda:

Yeah, got a caribbean soul I can barely control

And some texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...)



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