Words & Music:
This is fully transcribed in the June 2002 issue of Guitar One.
D G A D
D Dsus4 D Dsus4
Nibblin' on sponge cake--, watching the sun bake
D A Asus4
All of those tourists covered with oil.
A Asus4 A Asus4
Strumming my six string---, on my front porch swing
A D Dsus4 D7
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.
G A D Dsus4 D7
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
G A D
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
G A D A/C# G/B
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason, I stayed here all season
Nothing is sure but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue.
[New last line: "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
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
[New last line: "But I know, it's my own damn fault."]