Jimmy Buffett

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Volcano

ARTIST: Jimmy Buffett
Now
{Refrain}
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know where I'm a-gonna go when the volcano blow

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Let me say now
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Ground she's moving under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulfur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly

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Let me hear you, now
{Refrain}

My girl quickly say to me
"Mon, you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot
You better love-a me now or love-a me not"

Let me say, now
{Refrain}
Mr. Utley

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Son of a Son of a Sailor

As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture

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As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles

{Refrain}
Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

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Now, way in the near future
Southeast of disorder

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Margaritaville

Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watching the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strumming my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil

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{Refrain}
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's nobody's fault

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I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie

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Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes

I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places
Wond'rin' where they all disappeared

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I didn't ponder the question too long
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
And we wound up drinking all night

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It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudesNothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

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