Margaritaville New Verses chords

Jimmy Buffett

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  			Margaritaville  key: D  

D Dsus2 D G A   

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   
Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil.    

  G         A        D   
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,   

 G               A              D   
Searching for my lost shaker of salt . 
   
G            A                   D A     G     
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame  
   
                              D   
But I know it’s nobody's fault.   
   
D    
I don't know the reason   
    
I stayed here all season,   
                                       A     
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo.   
    
But it's a real beauty,   
                          
A mexican cutie,    

                         D   
How it got here, I haven't a clue.  

   
  G         A        D   
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,   

 G               A              D   
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.  
   
G            A                   D A     G     
Some people claim there's a woman to blame  
   
                              D   
But I know, hell, it could be my fault.    

(Instrumental -  D  A      G  A  D A G     A    D)   

D   
Old men in tank tops   

Cruising the gift shops,  
                                   A     
Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore.   

They dream about weight loss,   

Wish they could be their own boss.   
                                        D   
Those three-day vacations become such a bore.  

(Chorus)  

 D  
Young men in Speedos   

trollin’ for bimbos , 
                                            A  
Watchin’ those beach girls all covered with oil.  

Just wishin’ in vain,   

sufferin’ from eye strain  
                                       D  
Eyein’ those girls, with their coconut oil.  

(Chorus)  

 D   
I blew out my flip-flop,    

Stepped on a pop-top,    
                                 A   
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home,   

But there's booze in the blender   
    
And soon it will render   
                                      D   
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.  
    
 G         A        D   
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,   

 G               A              D   
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.   

 G                               D A      G   
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,  
    
                            D   
But I know it's my own damn fault.  
   
 G           A                     D A    G   
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame , 
   
                        D                   
But I know It's my own damn fault.