{t:Margaritaville}
{st:Jimmy Buffett (1977)}
{c:verse 1}
[C]Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake,
All of those tourists covered with [G7]oil,
Strummin' my four-string, on my front porch swing,
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to [C]boil [C7]
{soc}
[F]Wastin' a-[G7]way again in Marga-[C]itaville [C7]
[F]Searching for my [G7]lost shaker of [C]salt [C7]
[F]Some people [G7]claim that there's a [C]wo-[G7]man to [F]blame,
But I [G7]know, [F]it's nobody's [C]fault.
{eoc}
{c:verse 2}
[C]I don't know the reason, I stay here all season,
Nothin' is sure but this brand new tat-[G7]too,
But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie,
How it got here, I haven't a [C]clue [C7]
{soc}
[F]Wastin' a-[G7]way again in Marga-[C]itaville [C7]
[F]Searching for my [G7]lost shaker of [C]salt [C7]
[F]Some people [G7]claim that there's a [C]wo-[G7]man to [F]blame,
Now I [G7]think, [F]hell, it could be my [C]fault.
{eoc}
{c:verse 3}
[C]I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top,
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back [G7]home,
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render,
That frozen concoction that helps me hang [C]on [C7]
{soc}
[F]Wastin' a-[G7]way again in Marga-[C]itaville [C7]
[F]Searching for my [G7]lost shaker of [C]salt [C7]
[F]Some people [G7]claim that there's a [C]wo-[G7]man to [F]blame,
But I [G7]know, [F]it's my own damned [C]fault
[F]Some people [G7]claim that there's a [C]wo-[G7]man to [F]blame,
And I [G7]know, [F]it's my own damned [C]fault.
{eoc}
