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We sang along to the lyrics that he wrote  
Dancing and swaying to the music he composed
They’re all great in there own way 
Let’s  go back in time to that day
Where were you when you heard 
your favorite Buffett song 

Was it in a bar, on a beach or a boat 
Middle of the pool sitting on a float 
Making music for money behind door number three
Did ya see the crazy woman down on Carolina street 

On your way to Paris or a slow boat to china
From the Bama breeze to  the coast of Carolina 
Who’s the blonde stranger with the tin cup chalice 
And who are the gypsy’s staying in the palace 
Trying to reason with hurricane season 
Summer to Christmas in the Caribbean

Sitting in a hotel room daydreaming of Havana 
Did you have to be there at the Fox in Atlanta 
Maybe you were drinking boat drinks down around Biloxi
Or baking fruitcakes during the peanut butter conspiracy  
Whether it’s the far side of the world with your little miss magic girl 
Or one particular harbor seeking oysters and pearls
I found my cheeseburger in paradise 
Heard the Jolly mon sing
It wasn’t just another Saturday night 
Cause come Monday 
We changed our attitudes and latitudes
It was time for a lovely cruise 
They’re all songs you know by heart 
If you have your license to chill
Follow the parrot heads to Margaritaville 
 
We’ll miss him so badly 
And when the coast is clear 
We’ll wonder why we ever go home 

So if you’re somewhere over china 
Having some trauma in Tampico
There is a party at the end of the world
As we say goodbye to the 
Son of a son of a sailor 
Remember 
If the phone doesn’t ring, it’s him

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