Buffett Jimmy - Margaritaville (First Version)
 Buffett Jimmy - Margaritaville First Version: chords and tabs for the song. Watch chords and tablatures for all songs of the singer (group) Buffett Jimmy. Other chords and tabs for the "Margaritaville" can find at the bottom of the page. By Jimmy Buffett D Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake A All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing D D7 Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil Chorus: G A D D7 Wastin' away again in Margaritaville G A D D7 Searching for my lost shaker of salt G A D A G Some people claim that there's a woman to blame A G D But I know it's nobody's fault. I don't know the reason I stayed here all season Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue (2nd Chorus): Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think, hell, it could be my fault I blew out my flip-flop Stepped on a pop-top Cut my heel had to cruise on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on 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 my own damned fault Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's my own damned fault --------------------------------------------- C Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake G All of those tourist covered with oil Strummin' my six string, on my front porch swing C Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil F G C G CHORUS: Wastin' away again in Margarita-ville F G C G Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt F G C G F Some people claim that there's a woman to blame G C But I know it's nobody's fault C I don't know the reason, I stayed here all season G Nothin' to show but this brand new tatoo But it's a real beautie, a Mexican cutie C But how it got here I haven't a clue CHORUS C I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top G Cut my heel had to cruise on back home But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render C That frozen concotion that helps me hang on CHORUS F G C G F Some people say that there's a woman to blame G C But I know it's my own damn fault |
