Jimmy Buffett – Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season (Ukulele)

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Squalls out on the gulf stream,  big storms comin' soon

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I passed out in my hammock,  God, I slept 'till way past noon

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Stood up and tried to focus  

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I hoped I wouldn't have to look far

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I knew I could use a Bloody Mary

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so I stumbled next door to the bar

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     And now I must confess,   I could use some rest

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     I can't run at this pace very long

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     Yes it's quite insane,   I think it hurts my brain

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     But it cleans me out   and then I can go on

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There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray

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Strolling down the avenue   that's known as A1A

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I was feeling tired, then I got inspired

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And I knew that it wouldn't last long

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So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach

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and then I made up this song

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     And now I must confess,   I could use some rest

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     I can't run at this pace very long

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     Yes it's quite insane,   I think it hurts my brain

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     But it cleans me out   and then I can go on

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Well, the wind is blowin' harder now,  fifty knots or there abouts

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There's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts

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It's time to close the shutters,  it's time to go inside

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In a week I'll be in gay Paris 

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Well that's a mighty long airplane ride

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     And now I must confess,   I could use some rest

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     I can't run at this pace very long

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     Yes it's quite insane,   I think it hurts my brain

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     But it cleans me out   and then I can go on