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Margaritaville

Performer: Jimmy Buffett
[D]    [Dsus2]    [D]    [D]    [Dsus2]    [D]    
[G]    [A]    [D]    
[D]Nibblin' on sponge cake,

watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with [A]oil.

Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.

Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to [D]boil[D7].   

[G]Wasted a[A]way again in Marga[D]ritavill[D7]e,   
[G]Searchin' for my [A]lost shaker of [D]salt[D7].   
[G]Some people [A]claim that there's a [D]wom  [A]an to [G]blame,
But I [A]know[G] it's nobody's [D]fault.

[D]Don't know the reason,

Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tat[A]too.

But it's a real beauty,

A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a [D]clue[D7].   

[G]Wasted a[A]way again in Marga[D]ritavill[D7]e,   
[G]Searchin' for my [A]lost shaker of [D]salt[D7].   
[G]Some people [A]claim that there's a [D]wom  [A]an to [G]blame,
Now I [A]think,[G] - hell it could be my [D]fault.

[D]I blew out my flip flop,

Stepped on a pop top,
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back [A]home.

But there's booze in the blender,

And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang [D]on.  [D7]    

[G]Wasted a[A]way again in Marga[D]ritavill[D7]e,   
[G]Searchin' for my [A]lost shaker of [D]salt[D7].   
[G]Some people [A]claim that there's a [D]wom  [A]an to [G]blame,
And I [A]know[G] it's my own damn [D]fault.



Nibblin' on sponge cake,

watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.

Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.

Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.

Don't know the reason,

Stayed here all season
With nothing 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.

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,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
And I know it's my own damn fault.

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  • Dsus2
  • G
  • A
  • D7

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