Life Is Just A Tire Swing - Jimmy Buffett
    I remember the smell of the creosote plant
    When we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt
    They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum)
    And the winds would blow across the old bayou
    And I was a tranquil little child

    Chorus:
    Life was just a tire swing
    'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
    Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
    And I never knew a thing about pain
    Life was just a tire swing

    In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
    Yeah me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp
    And in a few days Baxter went home and he left me by myself
    But I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way
    And I could get along without any help

    Chorus:
    Life was just a tire swing
    'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing
    Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows
    Knowin' I could never hurt a thing
    Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)

    And I never been west of New Orleans or east of Pensacola
    My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola

    And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars
    And who would've figured twenty years later
    I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars
    Life was just a tire swing

    Then the other mornin' on some Illinois road
    I fell asleep at the wheel
    But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole
    And a bunch of Grant Wood faces screamin' "Is he still alive?"
    Through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree
    And I knew that I had survived

    And life is still a tire swing
    'Jambalaya' is the best song I can sing
    Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken
    But I finally learned a lot about pain
    Life is just a tire swing (tire swing)
    Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
    Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
    Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
     

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