Margaritaville chords

Alan Jackson

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  			written by Jimmy Buffett  
  
Tabber's comment - The version as recorded by Allan Jackson uses a D tuning,  
but this works as well.  This is transposed in standard tuning.  The "D"   
tuning is neat beacause you use all open strings, and can play lead against the   
droaning open bass strings.  Enjoy, and try it in tunings too.  
  
  
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.  
  
G       A                 D  
Wasted 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.  
  
  
     Wasted 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.   
  
Solo (based on verse chords and Chorus triads in A D & G)  
  
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.  
  
 
     Wasted 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.   
  
Coda:  
Yes, and G    
            A                     D  A      G  
some people claim that there's a  woman to blame,  
      A     G                   D  
And I know  it's my own damned  Fault.  
  
  
Other lyrics:  
  
Old men in tank tops  
 Cruisin' the gift shops  
 Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore.  
 They dream about weight loss,  
 Wish they could be their own boss.  
Those three day vacations become such a bore .