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Subject: song -"LifeIsJustATireSwing.crd" - Jimmy_Buffett
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Date: Fri, 2 Apr 93 10:34:05 EST
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//   Mike A. Hall           // "If I don't die by Thursday,    //
//   mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu  //  I'll be roarin' Friday night." //
//                          //                 --J.Buffett     //
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Life Is Just A Tire Swing
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[Words and Music by Jimmy Buffett (c) 1974]
Intro:   Bm

 G (320003@1)           A (x02220@1)   DI (xx0232@1)remember the smell of the creosote plant,
      E (022100@1)         F#m (244222@1)  Gdim (3423xx@1) E7 (020130@1)    A (x02220@1)      Bm (x24432@1)      Cdim (2312xx@1)Awhen (x02220@1)we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt.
G (320003@1)             A (x02220@1)       DThey (xx0232@1)lived in a big house  Antebellum style,
        G (320003@1)        D (xx0232@1)             G (320003@1)    Dand (xx0232@1)the wind would blow across the old bayou,
    A (x02220@1)                     Dand (xx0232@1)I was a tranquil little child.

Chorus:
     D (xx0232@1)              Bm (x24432@1)    Life was just a tire swing.
                        G (320003@1)           D (xx0232@1)    'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
     G (320003@1)                  D (xx0232@1)    Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
           G (320003@1)          D (xx0232@1)         A (x02220@1)    and I never knew a thing about pain;
                     Bm (x24432@1)    Life was just a tire swing.

2.
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp;
yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp.
And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself.
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,
and I could get along without any help.
(2nd chorus)
     Life was just a tire swing.
     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
     Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows,
     knowin' I could never hurt a thing,
     and life was just a tire swing.
(then continue)

Bm (x24432@1)     G (320003@1)               F#m (244222@1)            Em (022000@1)         DAnd (xx0232@1)I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola.
   G (320003@1)                  F#m (244222@1)                 E7 (020130@1)      AMy (x02220@1)only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola.
    Bm (x24432@1)                                 AAnd (x02220@1)Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars,
    E7and (020130@1)who would've figured twenty years later
       A (x02220@1)               E7 (020130@1)            F#m7I'd (131141@2)be rubbin' shoulders with the stars.
                BmLife (x24432@1)was just a tire swing.

3.
Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel,
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole,
and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?',
But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree,
and I knew that I had survived.
(3rd chorus)
     Life was just a tire swing.
     'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing.
     Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
     and I finally learned a lot about pain,
     'cause life is just a tire swing.
     Life was just a tire swing.
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Chord chart:
F#m - |xx3222|  F#m7 - |xx2222|  Gdim - |xx2323|  E7 - |o2o1oo|
 Bm - |xxo432|  Cdim - |xx1212|  Em7  - |o2oooo|  Em - |o22ooo|

[This song is published in the book "The Songs of Jimmy Buffett"
 by CPP/Belwin Music Company.]