Jimmy Buffett, Mac MacAnally, C. Macak, T. Baker, L. Laprise. . The universe is runnin' away. I heard it on the news just the other day. There's this new stuff called dark energy.
Some of us sailors call her home. She's big and she's strong and she's mighty. Some of us sailors call her our own. Guess that's the reason why. I treat her like a lady.
By: Jimmy Buffett, J.D. Souther. 1980. To Muhammed Ali for twenty years of excitement and entertainment. They talk about their women too much. The women got 'em so confused.
It's a hell of a time to be thinking about heaven. Didn't you forget the golden rule. You've been acting like Jesus owes you a favor. But he's a little smart for you to fool.
He's a man on a mission. Wild as a ricochet. Picture if you can when the Everglades ran. From the Gulf Coast to Biscayne Bay. . He's gonna give it back to the gators.
By: Jimmy Buffett, David Loggins. 1980. For Jane. Island I see you in the distance. I feel that your existence. Is not unlike my own. Island they say no man is like you.
I've been a stand-in, a stunt-man. I've taken some falls, troubles, I've had my share. But one has to learn how to run before walkin'. 'Round breathin' that million air.
(Spoken). "In days of old, when knights were bold,. And journeyed from their castles,. Trusty men were left behind,. Knights needed not the hassles.. They helped themselves to pig and peach,.
Everybody's On The Run. By: Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings, Michael Utley. 1985. "I talk to more answering machines in a day, than I do to.
Desperation samba (halloween in tijuana). By: jimmy buffett, will jennings, timothy b. schmit. 1985. This song brings to mind two things. first, an image of robert mitchum.
By: Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Will Jennings, Marshall Chapman, Diana Haig. 1985. Originally appeared on Tennessee Christmas, an MCA compilation. Chorus:.
Bring Back the Magic. By: Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings. 1988. Inspired by a Noel Rockmore painting entitled "Ride of the Beachcombers". I bought the painting and sat with it for a morning in New Orleans and let it and the town talk to me..
-Verse-. Blue light guitars. And tropical breeze. Hummingbirds mime the words. As they dance in the trees. It's a flashback kind of crowd. It's a cabaret sound.
-Chorus-. Follow in my wake, you've not that much at stake. For I have plowed the seas, and smoothed the troubled waters. Come along and let's have some fun, the hard work has been done.