By: Jimmy Buffett 1974 C Lookin' back at my background G7 Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here Some things are still a mystery to me C C7 While others are much too clear F I'm just livin' in the sunshine C Am Stay contented most of the time D7 Yeah, listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis G7 Sing me their Texas rhymes Now 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 Am D7 Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here F G7 C They looked a lot better as beer cans Chorus: Am Yeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me G Why some people live like they do Am So many nice things happenin' out there D7 G They never even seen the clues F Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme C Am I know we been doin' our part F C Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control G7 Am C And some Texas hidden here in my heart 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 (repeat chorus) 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 (repeat chorus, then) F C Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control G7 F C7 And some Texas hidden here in my heart Enjoy!