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Subject: song - "CoconutTelegraph.crd" - Jimmy_Buffett
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Date: Tue, 20 Apr 93 13:18:41 EDT
X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL11]

(This is on the album by the same name and is also on the
 box set.)

Coconut Telegraph
=================
By Jimmy Buffett

     E             A   E
It's Tuesday on the is-land
 B             E
Not much going on
                   A  E
The parties are all o-ver
     B               E
They ended just past dawn

    E               A     E
The jungle drums are beat-ing
         B                    E
With the tales from late last night
                    A    E
Cause stories bear repea-ting
    B            E
For everyone's delight

Chorus:
     E       A                       E
     You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
                B                   E
     Can't keep nothin' under their hat
             A                       E
     You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
            B               E
     Sayin' who did dis and dat
     A       E    B       E
     Dis and dat, dis and dat


Now I'm not one for dealing gossip
But was he that big a fool?
To do a belly buster high dive
And miss the entire pool?

And what became of sweet Melissa?
And the boy nobody knew
Did Ricardo ever find her?
I swear it's just between me and you

2nd Chorus:
     But you can hear it on the coconut telegraph
     By now everybody knows
     You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
     Just who comes and goes
     Comes and goes, comes and goes


     A         E          B         A         E          B
     La  la la la   la la la        la  la la la   la la la
     A         E
     La  la la la   (la la la la la)
     A         E                 B
     La  la la la   (la la la la la)


It's hump day on the island
The lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said

But when the eagle flies on Friday
And the boys break out the rum
Then the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hotlines hum

Last Chorus:

     Put it on the coconut telegraph
     All the celebration and the stress
     Baby put it on the coconut telegraph
     In twenty-five words or less

     I want to hear it on the coconut telegraph
     All the celebration and the stress
     Baby put it on the coconut telegraph
     In twenty-five words or less
     Dis and dat, comes and goes
     Dis and dat, comes and goes

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//   mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu  //  I'll be roarin' Friday night." //
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