Life Is Just A Tire Swing chords

Jimmy Buffett

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  			Intro:   Bm 
         
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I remember the smell of the creosote plant 
      E           F#m    Gdim   E7      A        Bm        Cdim  A 
when we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt 
G               A         D 
They lived in a big house  Antebellum style 
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and the wind would blow across the old bayou 
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and I was a tranquil little child    
 

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     Life was just a tire swing  
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     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing 
     G                    D        
     Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken  
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     and I never knew a thing about pain 
                     Bm 
     Life was just a tire swing 
 
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp 
yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp 
And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself 
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way 
and I could get along without any help 
 
(2nd chorus) 
     Life was just a tire swing 
     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing   
     Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows 
     knowin' I could never hurt a thing 
     and life was just a tire swing 
 
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And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola 
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My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola 
    Bm                                   A 
And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars 
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and who would've figured twenty years later 
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I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars   
                Bm 
Life was just a tire swing 
 
 
Then the other morning on some Illinois road 
I fell asleep at the wheel  
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole 
and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?' 
But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree 
and I knew that I had survived 
 
Last Chorus: 
     Life was just a tire swing 
     'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing 
     Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken 
     And I finally learned a lot about pain 
     'Cause life is just a tire swing 
     Life was just a tire swing