Migration Ukulele Chords

Migration
By: Jimmy Buffett
1974
 
C
Lookin' back at my background
                 G7
Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here
 
Some things are still a mystery to me
      C                  C7
While others are much too clear
         F
I'm just  livin' in the sunshine
     C                     Am
Stay contented most of the time
      D7
Yeah, listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis
                            G    G7
Sing me their Texas rhymes
 
C
Now most of the people who retire in Florida
    G7
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
 
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys
   C                      C7
I hate those bastards so much
         F
I wish a summer squall would blow them
        C                  Am
All the way up to fantasy land
 
Am                D7
    Yeah, they're ugly and square, they don't belong here
                  F          G7      C
    They looked a lot better as beer cans
 
[Chorus]
         Am
Yeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me
    G
Why some people live like they do
Am
So many nice things happenin' out there
     D7                  G
They never even seen the clues
        F
Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
  C                      Am
I know we been doin' our part
      F                    C
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
         G7                      Am       C
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
 
C
Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine
     G7
If I hadn't learned how to sing
 
And on top of all that I got married too early
C                             C7
'Cost me much more than a ring
              F
But now those crazy days are over
           C                                  Am
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you've done
       D7
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
        f                G7            C
Figured out it's time to have a little fun
 
[Chorus]
         Am
Yeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me
    G
Why some people live like they do
Am
So many nice things happenin' out there
     D7                  G
They never even seen the clues
        F
Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
  C                      Am
I know we been doin' our part
      F                    C
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
         G7                      Am       C
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
 
C
Well, now if I ever live to be an old man
          G7
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
 
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
       C              C7
And an African parakeet
              F
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
    C                     Am
And open up my trusty old mind
        D7
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
             F             G7        C
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine
 
[Chorus]
         Am
Yeah and that's why it's still a mystery to me
    G
Why some people live like they do
Am
So many nice things happenin' out there
     D7                  G
They never even seen the clues
        F
Oh, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
  C                      Am
I know we been doin' our part
      F                    C
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
         G7                      Am       C
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
 
            F                    C
Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
         G7                      F       G     C    C7
And some Texas hidden here in my heart
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