Jimmy Buffett – Life Is Just A Tire Swing (Guitar)

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  I remember the smell   of the creosote plant,

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when we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt.

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 They lived in a big house, Antebellum style, (Antebellum)

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and the wind would blow across the old bayou,

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when I was a tranquil little child.

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 Life is just a tire swing.  'Jambalaya' was

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 the only song I could sing.

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Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,

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and I never knew a thing about pain.

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 Life was just a tire swing.

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  In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp;

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yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp.

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And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself.

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But I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,

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and I could get along without any help.

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 Life is just a tire swing.  'Jambalaya' was

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 the only song I could sing.

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Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows,

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knowin' I could never hurt a thing,

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 life was just a tire swing.  (Tire swing)

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And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola.

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My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola.

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And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars,

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and who would've figured that twenty years later

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I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars.

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 Life was just a tire swing.

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  Then the other morning on some Illinois road

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I fell asleep at the wheel, But was quickly wakened up by

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a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole,

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and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?',

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But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree,

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and I knew that I had survived.

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 Life is still a tire swing.  'Jambalaya's is

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 the best song I can sing.

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Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,

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But I finally learned a lot about pain,

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 Life is just a tire swing.  (Tire swing)

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 Life was just a tire swing. (Tire swing)