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Alan Jackson – Margaritaville lyrics
Nibblin' on sponge cake. Watchin the sun bake. All of those tourists covered in oil. Strummin' my six string, on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimps they're beginning to boil.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know it's nobody's fault.
I don't know the reason, I stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty. A Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven't a clue
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville. Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame now I think must be Buffett's fault.
I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top.
Broke my legs twice I had to limp on back home.
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on hang on
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville searching for my last shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know this is all Alan's fault
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know it's our own damn fault
Smell those shrimps they're beginning to boil.
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know it's nobody's fault.
I don't know the reason, I stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty. A Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven't a clue
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville. Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame now I think must be Buffett's fault.
I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top.
Broke my legs twice I had to limp on back home.
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on hang on
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville searching for my last shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know this is all Alan's fault
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame but I know it's our own damn fault
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