Thought I'd give a listen to some old Jimmy Buffett stuff tonight. I bought
his new CD "License to Cill" and really enjoy it. No one has a better time
than Jimmy Buffett.
In the book that comes with his 4 CD compilation "Boats, Beaches, Bars and
Ballads" released in 1992 and going back to "Come Monday" from 1973, Jimmy
says about the song "The Wino and I Know" - "This was a song I wrote after
listening to Gordon Lightfoot, who has been a great influence on my style.
Gordon takes uncommon subject matter and turns it into lyrics that make you
listen to what the singer is saying. With all the passing trends of the last
two decades, I still haven't changed my style of writing. A good story is
never out of fashion. Thanks, Gord."
THE WINO AND I KNOW Jimmy Buffett
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
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