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MARGARITAVILLE D

D Nibblin’ on sponge cake Watchin’ the sun bake
All of the tourists covered with A oil

Strummin’ my six string On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they’re beginning to D boil

Ch{ G wastin’ A away in D margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
G Some people A claim that it’s a D woman A to G blame
But I A know, it’s nobody’s D fault G A G D

I don’t know the reason I stayed here all season
Nothin’ to show but this brand new A tattoo

A But it’s a real beauty A Mexican cutie
How I got here, I havn’t a clue

Ch{ …now I think, hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home

A But there’s booze in the blender And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

CH{ … but I know, it’s my own damned fault

Marijuanaville

Rollin’ my home grown, smoking a big bone
Look at that ganga covered with oil

Usin’ my tweezer, got pot in the freezer
Made a new pipe from aluminum foil

CH{ wasted away in marijuanaville
Searchin’ for my roach clip on a rope

Some people claim that it’s a woman to blame
But I know,that it’s all this damn dope

Don’t know the reason, stayed here all season
Maybe that Thai stick was a little too strong

But I got a real beauty, Colombian doobie
And soon I’ll be up on my way along..

CH{

(inst)

I blew out my bong pipe, ran out of Bud Lite
But I found some stash I had hidden at home

Put it into a blender, and soon it will render
These little fudge brownies that help me get stoned

CH{

Alt Ch{ yes and, some people clain I sound like Dylan when I’m stoned
But I know that it’s all this damn dope