Migration Lyrics - A1a - Jimmy Buffett

Whoa, lookin' back at my background 

Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here 

Some things are still a mystery to me 

While others are much too clear 

I'm just livin' in the sunshine 

Stay contented most of the time 

Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis 

Sing me their Texas rhymes 

Most of the people who retire in Florida 

Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch 

And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys 

I hate those bastards so much 

I wish a summer squall would blow them all 

The way up to fantasy land 

Yeah they're ugly and square, they don't belong here 

They looked a lot better as beer cans 

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Chorus: 

Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me 

Why some people live like they do 

So many nice things happenin' out there 

They never even seen the clues 

Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme 

I know we been doin' our part 

Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control 

And some Texas hidden here in my heart 

Well now I might have joined the Merchant Marine 

If I hadn't learned how to sing 

And on top of all that I got married too early 

'Cost me much more than a ring 

But now those crazy days are over 

Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done 

I came off the rebound, started lookin' around 

Figured out it's time to have a little fun 

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Chorus: 

Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me 

Why some people live like they do 

So many nice things happenin' out there 

They never even seen the clues 

Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme 

I know we been doin' our part 

Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control 

And some Texas hidden here in my heart 

Well now if I ever live to be an old man 

I'm gonna sail down to Martinique 

I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit 

And an African parakeet 

And then I'll sit him on my shoulder 

And open up my trusty old mind 

I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss 

And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine 

Chorus: 

Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me 

Why some people live like they do 

So many nice things happenin' out there 

They never even seen the clues 

Yeah but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme 

I know we been doin' our part 

Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control 

And some Texas hidden here in my heart 

Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control 

And some Texas hidden here in my heart