Jimmy Buffett – Coastal Confessions (Guitar)

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Well I'm a tidal pool explorer

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From the days of my misspent youth

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I believe that down on the beach

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Where the sea gulls preach

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Is where the Chinese buried the truth.

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So I dig in the sand 

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With my misguided hands

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And if I dig deep enough 

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Hell I just might dig it up

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Talkin' about treasure

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Talkin' about pleasure

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Talkin' about love

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Now I'm a reader of the night sky

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And a singer of inordinate tunes

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That's how I float across time

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Livin' way past my prime

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Like a long lost baby's balloon.

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So I hang on to the string 

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Work that whole gravity thing

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But when my space ship goes pop 

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Back to the earth I will drop

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Into the sea

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Or the limbs of a tree

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Or the wings of my love

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And I don't know what I'm supposed to do

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Maybe invent me a story or two

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I've got coastal confessions to make

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How 'bout you, how 'bout you?

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They say that time is like a river

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And stories are the key to the past

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But now I'm stuck in between

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Here at my typing machine

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Trying to come up with some words that will last.

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It's so easy to see 

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that we live history

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And if I just find the beat 

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I know I'll land on my feet

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I always do

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Hadn't got a clue

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'Cause it comes from above.

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And I don't know what I'm supposed to do

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Maybe invent me a story or two

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I've got coastal confessions to make

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How 'bout you, how 'bout you?

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So bless me father, yes I have sinned

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Given the chance I'll probably do it again

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I don't need absolution

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Just a simple solution will do

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So let's talk about the future

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Or the consequences of my past

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I've got scars, I've got lines

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I'm not hard to define

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Just an altar boy covering his ass.

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I know I can't run and hide 

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but just hang on for the ride

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There will be laughter and tears 

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As we progress through the years

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But still it's fun

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Hey I'm not done

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Gonna dance 'till I fall

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And I don't know what I'm supposed to do

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Maybe have me a boat drink or two

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It's just the coastal confessions I hear

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Tell the truth, tell the truth

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I've got some coastal confessions to make How 'bout you