The Best Jimmy Buffett Songs: Lyrics and Analysis
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- Introduction to the Artist
- The Top 10 Songs: Lyrics and Analysis
- Trivia/Facts About the Artist
- Additional Reading
ABOUT THE BOOK
Christmas Day, 1946 brought more than the usual celebrations to one household in Pascagoula, Mississippi: little James William Buffett was born. Some thirty years later, J. D. and Mary Loraine’s bouncing baby boy would introduce the music-buying public to an entirely new state of mind. Jimmy’s unique, lyrical combination of Caribbean rhythms and off-beat American aspirations would capture imaginations all over the world.
Following a brief school-days’ flirtation with the trombone, Buffett first picked up a guitar in 1966 while attending Pearl River Community College in Poplarville, MS.
Following graduation he moved to Nashville, Tennessee in the hope of becoming a Country Music artist. Although he recorded one album, Down to Earth, in 1970, it was an unplanned journey the following year that was to shape his career.
EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK
This track bemoans the long, cold winters of America’s north, and once again encourages the idea that simply hopping on a plane to more southerly climes can answer any question, and resolve any problem.
Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.Visitors just scored on the home rink.Everything seems to be wrong.Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.I’ve got to fly to Saint Somewhere.I’m close to bodily harm.[Chorus:]Twenty degrees and the hockey games on.Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,Screamin’ “Boat drinks,” somethin’To keep them all warm.This morning I shot six holes in my freezer.I think I got cabin fever.Somebody sound the alarm.I’d like to go where the pace or life’s slow.Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?Any old place here on Earth or in space.You pick the century and I’ll pick the spot.I know I should be leaving this climate.I got a verse but can’t rhyme it.I gotta go where it’s warm.Boat drinks.Waitress, I need two more boat drinks.Then I’m headin south ‘fore my dream shrinks.I gotta where it’s warm.I gotta go where it’s warm.I gotta go where it’s warm.I gotta go where there ain’t any snow,Where there ain’t any blow,‘Cause my fin sinks so low.I gotta go where it’s warm.
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