Margaritaville

Words & Music:

Jimmy Buffett

 

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.

 

CHORUS:

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

      A                   D

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.

 

CHORUS:

[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.

 

CHORUS:

[New last line:  "But I know, it's my own damn fault."]