#coconut telegraph

[dailyjimmybuffett]

It's My Job

In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed A street sweeper came whistlin' by, he was bouncin' every step It seemed strange how good he felt, so I asked him while he swept

He said, "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes a day for me."

I got an uncle who owns a bank, he's a self-made millionaire He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was And he told me it's because in my contract there's this clause

That says, "It's my job to be worried half to death And that's the thing people respect in me It's my job but without it I'd be less Than what I expect from me."

Now I've been lazy most all my life writin' songs and sleepin' late And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake If street sweepers can smile then I've got no right to feel upset But sometimes I still forget 'Til the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweat

It's my job to be different than the rest And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that's a rough break for me

It's my job to be cleaning up this mess And that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the rest And that makes the day for me

[frontflip]

[saxabones]

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“Now I’m not one to deal in gossipBut was he that big a fool?To do a belly buster high dive…And miss the entire pool?”

[cmipalaeo]

My heart beat like a hammer

My arms wound round you tight

And stars fell on Alabama that night

Alright, let’s take it on down from Muscle Shoals to Decatur

Mm, Birmingham

Ooh, Montgomery

Right up over Spanish Fort into Mobile, my hometown

[randomambiguoususer]

Serious post.

No one fucking told me that Jimmy Buffett is straight up country until my 30s.

This shit slaps harder than my butt cheeks on a trampoline.

[dailyjimmybuffett]

Incommunicado

Travis McGee's still in Cedar Key That's what ol' John MacDonald said My rendezvous so long overdue With all of the things I've sung and I've read They still apply to me They all make sense in time

But now I'm incommunicado Drivin' by myself down the road with a hole in it Songs with no vibrato Takin' the long way home

Now on the day that John Wayne died I found myself on the continental divide Tell me where do I go from here? Think I'll ride into Leadville and have a few beers I think of "Red River" or "Liberty Valance" Can't believe the old man's gone

But now he's incommunicado Leavin' such a hole in a world that believed That a life with such bravado Was takin' the right way home

So when I finished that last line I put the book by itself on the shelf with my heart in it Never wastin' time takin' the right way home I know I'm never wastin' time findin' the right way home

Still I am incommunicado Livin' next door to a leg with a pin in it Life with such bravado Is takin' the right way home

Tryin' to make it, tryin' to fake it Tryin' to take it home Tryin' to make it, tryin' to fake it Tryin' to take it home I know I'm tryin' to make it, sometimes I fake it Tryin' to take it home All I'm doing is tryin' to make it, tryin' to fake it Tryin' to take it home But now I'm incommunicado

[dailyjimmybuffett]

Coconut Telegraph

Tuesday on the island, not much goin' on The parties are all over, they ended just past dawn The jungle drums are beating with the tales from late last night 'Cause stories bear repeating for everyone's delight

You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph Can't keep nothin' under their hat You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph Sayin' who did this and that, this and that, this and that

Now I'm not one to deal in gossip, but was he that big a fool To do a belly-buster high dive and miss the entire pool? And what became of sweet Melissa and the boy nobody knew? Did Ricardo ever find her? I swear it's just between me and you

But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph By now everybody knows You can hear it on the coconut telegraph Just who comes and goes, comes and goes, comes and goes

La, la la la, la la la La, la la la, la la la La, la la la, la la la la la la la La, la la la, la la la la la la, ooh, ah

It's hump day on the island, the lines have all gone dead All the juicy news is history; I guess everything's been said But when the eagle flies on Friday and the boys break out the rum And the joint begins to jumpin' and you'll hear those hot lines hum

Ah, put it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby, put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less

I want to hear it on the coconut telegraph All the celebration and the stress Baby, put it on the coconut telegraph In twenty-five words or less

This and that, comes and goes This and that, comes and goes

[noisymime]

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