Migration - Jimmy Buffett

    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
    I'm 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 they're ugly and square, they don't belong here
    They looked a lot better as beer cans

    Chorus:
    Yeah, and that's why it's 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 we're 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 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 done
    I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
    Figured out it's time to have a little fun

    Chorus:
    Yeah, and that's why it's 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 we're 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
    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

    Chorus:
    Yeah, and that's why it's 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 we're 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...)
     

    Disk

    Marco Giunco
    Work Basket Music Words