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Subject: song -TryingToReasonWithHurricaneSeason- Jimmy Buffett
To: [email protected]
Date: Tue, 9 Mar 93 17:25:10 EST
Cc: [email protected]
X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL11]
This one is published in the book "The Songs of Jimmy Buffett"
CPP/Belwin Inc., 1978. Enjoy.
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// Mike A. Hall // "If I don t die by Thursday, //
// [email protected] // I ll be roarin Friday night." //
// // --J.Buffett //
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Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
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[Words and Music by Jimmy Buffett, (c) 1974 Duchess Music Corp.]
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Squalls out on the gulf stream, big storms comin soon.[/tab]
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I passed out in my hammock, God, I slept till way past noon.[/tab]
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Stood up and tried to focus,[/tab]
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I hoped I wouldn t have to look far.[/tab]
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I knew I could use a Bloody Mary,[/tab]
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so I stumbled next door to the bar.[/tab]
Chorus:
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And now I must confess, I could use some rest.[/tab]
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I can t run at this pace very long.[/tab]
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Yes it s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain.[/tab]
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But it cleans me out and then I can go on.[/tab]
2.
There s something about this Sunday, it s a most peculiar gray.
Strolling down the avenue that s known as A1A.
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired.
And I knew that it wouldn t last long.
So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
and then I made up this song.
(repeat chorus)
3.
Well, the wind is blowin harder now, fifty knots or there abouts.
There s white caps on the ocean, and I m watchin for waterspouts.
It s time to close the shutters, it s time to go inside.
In a week I ll be in gay Paris;
Well that s a mighty long airplane ride.
(repeat chorus and fade)
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Chord diagrams:
[tab]Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222| A7 - |xo2o2o| E7 - |o2o1oo|
u001a[/tab]
#This file is the author s own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
<[email protected]>
Subject: song -TryingToReasonWithHurricaneSeason- Jimmy Buffett
To: [email protected]
Date: Tue, 9 Mar 93 17:25:10 EST
Cc: [email protected]
X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL11]
This one is published in the book "The Songs of Jimmy Buffett"
CPP/Belwin Inc., 1978. Enjoy.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
// Mike A. Hall // "If I don t die by Thursday, //
// [email protected] // I ll be roarin Friday night." //
// // --J.Buffett //
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
--------------------------------------
[Words and Music by Jimmy Buffett, (c) 1974 Duchess Music Corp.]
[tab]
Squalls out on the gulf stream, big storms comin soon.[/tab]
[tab]
I passed out in my hammock, God, I slept till way past noon.[/tab]
[tab]
Stood up and tried to focus,[/tab]
[tab]
I hoped I wouldn t have to look far.[/tab]
[tab]
I knew I could use a Bloody Mary,[/tab]
[tab]
so I stumbled next door to the bar.[/tab]
Chorus:
[tab]
And now I must confess, I could use some rest.[/tab]
[tab]
I can t run at this pace very long.[/tab]
[tab]
Yes it s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain.[/tab]
[tab]
But it cleans me out and then I can go on.[/tab]
2.
There s something about this Sunday, it s a most peculiar gray.
Strolling down the avenue that s known as A1A.
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired.
And I knew that it wouldn t last long.
So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
and then I made up this song.
(repeat chorus)
3.
Well, the wind is blowin harder now, fifty knots or there abouts.
There s white caps on the ocean, and I m watchin for waterspouts.
It s time to close the shutters, it s time to go inside.
In a week I ll be in gay Paris;
Well that s a mighty long airplane ride.
(repeat chorus and fade)
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Chord diagrams:
[tab]Bm - |xxo432| F#m - |xx4222| A7 - |xo2o2o| E7 - |o2o1oo|
u001a[/tab]