Banana Wind

[transcribed by chris w]
Only time will tell
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Scales and clocks just can't be trusted
Keys and locks are destined to be busted
Metaphors were never made for keeping score
And i'm feeling for the sound of time

Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo

Is it the answer or just a suggestion
Is love what we truly want or merely a protection
Is this music made to last or crumble like a shell
Is there heaven here on earth or is this really hell

Only time will tell if i am right or i am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell

Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo

Are we destined to be ruled by a bunch of old white men
Who compare the world to football and are programmed to defend
I'd like to try a princess or a non-terrestrial
Who is neither boast nor bashful is there really such a girl

Only time will tell if i am right or i am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell

I woke up this morning feeling absolutely grand
For nearly half a century i've been singing in a band
I'd like to think i'll make it to two thousand and one
Will the party be at my house god i wonder who will come

Only time will tell if i am right or i am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell

Only time will tell if i am right or i am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense on this crazy carousel
Only time will tell

Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo

Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo

Only time will tell

[transcribed by scott h]
Jamaica mistaica
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Some folks say that i've got the perfect life.
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife.
I fly. i sail. i throw caution to the wind.
Drift like a stratus cloud above the caribbean.

But every now and then
The dragons come to call.
Just when you least expect it you'll be dodging cannon balls.
I've seen to much not to stay in touch with a world made of love and luck.
I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition.
I never forget to duck.

(chorus)
Come back
Come back
Back to jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

It was a beautiful day
The kind you want to toast
We were treetop flyin'
Movin' west along the coast
Then we landed in the water
Just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firin'
When we taxied to negril

Just about to lose my temper
As i endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken
We were not a ganja plane
Well you should have seen there faces
When they finally realized
We were not some coked up cowboys
Sportin' guns and alibies

(chorus)
Come back
Come back
Back to jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

They shot from the lighthouse
They shot from the highway
They shot from the top of the cliff
They'd all gone haywire
We're catchin' fire
And there wasn't even a spliff

Well the word got out
All over the island
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'
Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice
But it's just another shitty day in paradise

Come back
Come back
Back to jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

Come back
Come back
Back to jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you, promise not to shoot you,
Promise not to shoot you out of the sky

[transcribed by dave a]
Holiday
By: jimmy buffett, ralph macdonald, bill eaton, william salter
1996
The weather channel girl
With her perfect weather curl
Is talking cold, cold, cold
You can't get out of bed
You can't remember what you've said
You're feeling old, old, old

Is it fever or depression
Anger or agression
What's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
The answer to your question's
Very plain to see

Chorus
You need a holiday
Take a holiday
Find a far off wonderland
Where you might regain command
Of your life today

Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail
And wind up in some moonlight bay

You're caught up in the internet
You think it's such a great asset
But you're wrong, wrong, wrong
All that fiber optic gear
Still cannot take away the fear
Like an island song

Disregard confession
Stop trying to make impressions
On your corporate climb
It might come as quite a shock
But you can't really own that rock
It's just a waste of time

So, take a holiday
You need a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life down off that shelf
Quit acting so blase

Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail
And wind up in some moonlight bay

Well it's only up to you
No one else can teach you to
Go out and have some fun
Though if you want to stay alive
Evade the big nose dive
Be a comedian

And take a holiday
You need a holiday
Find a far off wonderland
Where you might regain command
Of yourlife today

Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail
And wind up in some moonlight bay

You need a holiday
Take a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life down off that shelf
Quit acting so blase

Take a holiday
You need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail
And wind up in some moonlight bay

[transcribed by bryan j]
Happily ever after (now and then)
By: jimmy buffett
1996
I've been a stand-in, a stunt man
I've takin' some falls
Troubles... i've had my share
But one has to learn how to run before walkin'
'round breathin' that million air

Take it from me cuz i found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours, it could have been

Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then

I've been in vans and in bands
On and through stages
One thing i can conclude
One has to learn havin' fun is just smilin' through
Those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Take it from me cuz i've found
If you leave it then somebody else is bound
To find that treasure, that moment of pleasure
When yours, it could have been

Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then

... pm guitar break ...

Some people never find it
Some... only pretend, but me, hell:
I just want to live happily ever after every now and then

Every now and then (oooooooo...)
(every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(happily ever after every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(every now and then) (oooooooo...)
(happily ever after every now and then)

[transcribed by linda h]
Bob roberts society band
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Well, you've heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
You've heard heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades,
It's a melting pot existance
That is hard to contemplate
And a never ending battle in the sunshine state.

But far, far away from the front page news,
Far, far away from the headline blues,
Down a secondary road that severely shows its age
The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage.

It's the bob roberts society band.
Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud.
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

Well, the word goes out
From melbourne to the keys.
The faithful get the message
Like it's written on the breeze.
Young folks, old folks,
'bout to cut a rug
Fox trot, bunny hop,
Do the jitterbug,

To the bob roberts society band.
Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand.
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud.
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

I saw mini vans from boca,
Buses from perrine.
There were people speaking hindu
In the bar-b-que line.
A couple on their honeymoon
Looked a bit confused.
But the boys in the band put 'em right in the mood.
They played.....

A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone
Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone.
She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat.
By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street.

They'd died and gone to heaven,
That lively little crowd,
Trombones and saxophones
Sent 'em through the clouds.
It could have gone all night
But the party had to stop.
When they blew the circuit breaker
In the souvenir shop.

It's the bob roberts society band
Playing every sunday at the orange grove stand
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

It's the bob roberts society band
Playing every sunday down at the orange grove stand
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.

Oh-yea-a-a-ah!