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[transcribed by sean c]
By stephen stills(?)
I could be a rambler from the seven dials
I don't pay taxes 'cause i never file
I don't do bid'ness that don't make me smile
I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style

I'm a treetop flyer
Treetop flyer

I fly any cargo that you can pay to run
The bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done
You've got to fly down the canyon, don't never see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run

I'm a treetop flyer
Treetop flyer

I fly low, i'm in high demand
Go 15 feet over the rio grande
I blow the mesquite right up off the sand
I'm seldom seen, 'specially when i land

I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor

Now people been askin' me where'd you learn to fly that way
Was over in vietnam, chasin' the nva
The government taught me, and they taught me right
Stay down below the treeline and you'll be alright

I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor

So i'm comin' home, i'm runnin' low and fast
Promised my woman this is gonna be my last
I get the ship down, i tie her fast
And then some old boy wakes up, and he says, "hey son,
Wanna make some fast cash?"

I'm a treetop flyer

Well there's things i am
And there's things i am not
Yes i'm a smuggler and i could get shot
I ain't gonna die, i ain't going to get caught
You see i'm a flying fool, and this aeroplane is, whoo, hot

I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor
Workin' alone

Reggae accident
By: lucas p. gravell
1993
-- spoken:
"okay now, get ready here's your part. now listen to me."

It was a reggae accident
I said a reggae accident
I can't here you
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
Now make room for the band
A reggae accident
Here they come here they come
A reggae accident
I say make room for them
A reggae accident
Ha ha, look out now
It was a reggae accident
A reggae accident

This is not a political statement
Nor is it a farce
In the land of the great bald bird
The rasta man is sparse

He does not like our urban jungle
Or our capitalistic nightmare
He does not believe in auto insurance
Mon i don't believe that is fair

It was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
They totaled out my car

I lost the case that sealed my fate
Last week in municipal court
The judge ruled for rasta restitution
Of a most peculiar sort

Now there's four stoned faces at my dinner table
And my wife wonders how come
She does not mind the extra mouths to feed
As much as she minds those after dinner drums

We sing was a reggae accident
Four rastas eating pasta
A reggae accident
Pass the parmesan please
A reggae accident
How does a rasta spell relief
A reggae accident
No problem mon, pass the spliff

Oh reggae down...

Now the sun shines on the isle of jamaica
As it's done since time began
No problem says the rasta mon
When i asked to join his band

You see i sold my house i quit my job
I left that narrow-minded wife
And i moved to the island of jamaica ya
Just to live that rasta life

It was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
Now i've become a rasta star

It was a reggae accident
Look out world
A reggae accident
You know the harder they come
A reggae accident
The harder they fall one and all
A reggae accident
It was just an accident one day
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident

-- spoken:
"come back, come back to jamaica
Come back to the way things used to be
Ya, ya let's play some dominoes now mon
Come on..."

By: jimmy buffett
1970
See the lady
Smiles as if to tell
Her son remembers everyone
Treats 'em all quite well
He never asked for promises
And now his fame is wide
And everyone who knew him well shares a little pride

Chorus:
Ain't he a genius
The boy's become a star
And he smiles upon the faces
Who wish they could go far

Not long ago they criticized
The genius only wrote
And now they listen spellbound
With lumps caught in their throats

His virtue was sheer poverty
His vice was reading plays
While other children starved and fought
He learned just what to say
Through tension and confession
He beat the monster down
Then surfaced in society no longer underground

Chorus:
Ain't he a genius
The boy's become a star
And he smiles upon the faces
Who wish they could go far

Now they remember
Talk only of his good
While jealousy flows in their veins
And says i wish i could

Ain't he a genius

By: jimmy buffett
1971
Chorus:
It's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool

You complain how you forgets the gospel
You remind them seek and you shall find
Maybe youth will have a time for seeking
After they clean up what you left behind

Chorus:
'cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool

You were right there when the plate was passed last sunday
That's the second time you've been to church all year
Could you really call yourself a christian
If charity cost half as much as beer
Hey

You pray a little more as you grow older
You get religion as your hair turns gray
But you don't need to worry about hereafter
Just worry what you're going to do today

Chorus:
'cause it's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven
Didn't you forget the golden rule
You've been acting like jesus owes you a favor
But he's a little smart for you to fool
Yes my friend i think you've blown your cool
Hey

By: jimmy buffett
Sometimes i feel like a propeller
Spin spin out of control
I don't know who's up on the throttle
Oh i wish they'd let it go.

All i ever do is get dizzy
Thinkin' thinkin' things left undone
Been stuck here so long now i'm zero
I'd just like to make it to one

Chorus:
Turnin' around
Heros and clown(s)
Holdin' my ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin around

Turnin' around
Lost 'til were found
Holdin' our ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin' around

Sometimes i get lost in daydreamin'
Sleep sleep my life away
I know in my heart i'm a sailor
And my ship is on the way

There never is an end to believers
Lookin' lookin' for the right sign
If everything will just keep on turnin'
All that i want will be mine.

Chorus:
Turning around
Heros and clown(s)
Holdin' my ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin' around

Turnin' around
Lost 'til we're found
Holdin' our ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin'around

Bridge:
(nice steel drum lick)

Chorus:
Turnin' around
Heros and clowns
Holdin' my ground
Oh i've been down
I'm turnin' around

Turnin' around
Lost 'til we're found

(fade)

Dixie diner
By: larry raspberry
1978
-- spoken:
"yeah, yeah, yeah. wooo. we're going to take you up that mississippi river
Now one time. yeah one time. up to an old favorite town of mine where i
Visit now and then just for one special reason, that's good eatin'. 'cause
I know a place on tillman st. between ****** and ***** that can't be beat.
Emma mae been cookin' there for forty-eight years and she ain't missed a
Lick yet baby. she's got hot sweet potatoes and cracklin' bread. ooh. and
Mulligan stew to turn jimmy buffett's head. woo, black-eyed peas and them
Good ol' collard greens, wooo. you know...
You know what...
What?
That nothin' could be finer than to sit down and eat'n at the dixie diner."

"alright miami give it up. rock and roll on a monday night."

"help this skinny boy out. we've got two more days."

"good rockin' tonight."

"i hear you professor."

"thank you, thank you very much. god bless you. you're still the greatest.
We love ya."

Morris' nightmare
By: jimmy buffett
1978
-- spoken:
"this is another new song we'd like to do for you now. it's a, tells the
Story of a lovely cruise ship couple. you know in november, the snowbirds
Start heading south down there, and you've seen them with the matching belt
And shoes, condo commandos, you know. so uh, hey that's good shit. i smell
It, alright, ooh. we better start this song before i get hungry. this is
Called 'morris' nightmare'."

Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what bwana jim say
He say its ok, it's ok

You can do what you wanna
Do what you like
Twist a big ol' number
Ride a motorbike
It's alright, it's alright

Dance to the drum
Drink a lot of rum
Love till you come to a stop

Swing like a monkey in a coconut tree
Sing like the dolphins in the deep blue sea
Sing it's alright, it's alright

-- spoken:
"how does fred neil do it? come on jay spell"

You know people in the city got nowhere to go
They used to go to bars now they go to discos
No, no, no disco (uh-uh, no)

They never see the sun
They hardly see the moon
They barely see the ground 'til the snow melts in june
Uptight, it's out of sight

So they save a little money
Take a little trip
They only see the islands from a tacky cruise ship

Buy a little liquor
Buy some sea shells
Husband tries to sleep
Wife just yells
Morris, you can sleep when you get home

Down in the islands where the happy folks stay
Everybody do what biwana man say
He say its ok, it's ok

It's alright, it's alright
Do what you wanna, do what you like

-- spoken:
"morris! oh for christ's sake morris, you can sleep when you get home. this
Is supposed to be a vacation you know. we come all the way down to miami. we
Could go someplace nice like seaworld. i would like to go see, tony orlando
Is playing in miami beach. we could do some nice things like that. but no,
What do we do, we have to go down to this goddamn swamp. this is a swamp
Morris. you call this an island? this is a resort? it's full of mosquitoes
And bugs and just is terrible morris. are you listening to me?"

"bitch, bitch, bitch!"

By: jimmy buffett


Spoken intro with music playing:

This is a song that started a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there was this strange looking fish
That moved along the hidden currents of the deep dark ocean.
He knew he was different because he could sense there was
Something else in his nature. he swam in circles for millions
Of years and one day he decided it was time to go up. he
Was soon in the world of light where he remained a long time
Until his eyes allowed him to see color. the world was no
Longer a dark place and he moved further up into the light
And one day before he knew it he was no longer in the water
World. his head was above the surface and he felt his gills
Turn into lungs and he said "ah shit! i'm an amphibian!"
Then he slowly swam towards the shallow waters and
Marshes of the shore and one day he felt the ground
Beneath his feet. there he gathered his wits, checked
His balance, and stood erect. and that's when the
Trouble began!

Well the birds disappeared and the sky began to turn purple,
>from the skeleton coast to the land of violins.
Sailors prayed to the patron saint of lightening,
"please st. barbara, save our miserable skins."

They say that god takes care of drunks and fools and children,
That leaves the rest of us rummaging for alibis.
But friends there's trouble, trouble on the horizon,
And it wears an inconspicuous disguise.
You never see it coming,
You never have a clue,
But there's trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling like a roux.

You have to taste the weather,
You've got to touch the storm.
There is trouble on the horizon,
Waiting to perform.

You gave us cigarettes, guns, and whiskey,
And watch what happens,
Then add a little nuclear fusion and some gasoline.

We got trouble, trouble right here in river city,
Every day's becoming halloween.

We never see it coming,
We never have a clue,
But there's trouble on the horizon,
Waiting for the barbecue.

You have to taste the weather,
You've got to touch the storm.
There is trouble on the horizon,
Waiting to perform.

I've seen a spaceship built by howard hughes,
I've been a witness to some strange taboos.
I've seen a storm from deep inside the eye
Of hurricane don't lie.
Hurricane's don't lie.

In the hour of desperation,
You'll cry like a baby.
When it comes right down to merely molecules.
Hell, you can pray to jesus or a flock of pink flamingos.,
But in the hour of desperation are the fools.

I hope that all the greedy bastards in the world
Come back as lobsters.
You know that life at the bottom of the food chain
Suits them well.
I think that all of the evil people of the world
Come back as horseflies,
They want one last bite before they're sent to hell.

You better know it's coming,
You've got to have a clue,
There is trouble on the horizon,
Bubbling like a roux.

You have to taste the weather,
You've got to touch the storm.
To keep trouble on the horizon,
You got to stay informed.

Trouble out there, ain't going no where,
Trouble on the horizon,
Trouble out there, ain't going no where,
You got to trouble on the horizon,
Trouble out there,
Trouble out there,
I see bad moon arising.