Migration Lyrics
| Song | Migration |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | A-1-A |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett Music：Jimmy Buffett | |
| Whoa, lookin' back at my background | |
| Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here | |
| Some things are still a mystery to me | |
| While others are much too clear | |
| I'm just livin' in the sunshine | |
| Stay contented most of the time | |
| Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis | |
| Sing me their Texas rhymes | |
| Most of the people who retire in Florida | |
| Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch | |
| And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys | |
| I hate those bastards so much | |
| I wish a summer squall would blow them all | |
| The way up to fantasy land | |
| Yeah they're ugly and square, they don't belong here | |
| They looked a lot better as beer cans | |
| Chorus: | |
| Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me | |
| Why some people live like they do | |
| So many nice things happenin' out there | |
| They never even seen the clues | |
| Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme | |
| I know we been doin' our part | |
| Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart | |
| Well now I might have joined the Merchant Marine | |
| If I hadn't learned how to sing | |
| And on top of all that I got married too early | |
| 'Cost me much more than a ring | |
| But now those crazy days are over | |
| Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done | |
| I came off the rebound, started lookin' around | |
| Figured out it's time to have a little fun | |
| Chorus: | |
| Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me | |
| Why some people live like they do | |
| So many nice things happenin' out there | |
| They never even seen the clues | |
| Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme | |
| I know we been doin' our part | |
| Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart | |
| Well now if I ever live to be an old man | |
| I'm gonna sail down to Martinique | |
| I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit | |
| And an African parakeet | |
| And then I'll sit him on my shoulder | |
| And open up my trusty old mind | |
| I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss | |
| And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine | |
| Chorus: | |
| Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me | |
| Why some people live like they do | |
| So many nice things happenin' out there | |
| They never even seen the clues | |
| Yeah but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme | |
| I know we been doin' our part | |
| Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart | |
| Coda: | |
| Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart (yodelling...) |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Whoa, lookin' back at my background | |
| Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here | |
| Some things are still a mystery to me | |
| While others are much too clear | |
| I' m just livin' in the sunshine | |
| Stay contented most of the time | |
| Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis | |
| Sing me their Texas rhymes | |
| Most of the people who retire in Florida | |
| Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch | |
| And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys | |
| I hate those bastards so much | |
| I wish a summer squall would blow them all | |
| The way up to fantasy land | |
| Yeah they' re ugly and square, they don' t belong here | |
| They looked a lot better as beer cans | |
| Chorus: | |
| Yeah, and that' s why it' s still a mystery to me | |
| Why some people live like they do | |
| So many nice things happenin' out there | |
| They never even seen the clues | |
| Whoa but we' re doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme | |
| I know we been doin' our part | |
| Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart | |
| Well now I might have joined the Merchant Marine | |
| If I hadn' t learned how to sing | |
| And on top of all that I got married too early | |
| ' Cost me much more than a ring | |
| But now those crazy days are over | |
| Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done | |
| I came off the rebound, started lookin' around | |
| Figured out it' s time to have a little fun | |
| Chorus: | |
| Yeah, and that' s why it' s still a mystery to me | |
| Why some people live like they do | |
| So many nice things happenin' out there | |
| They never even seen the clues | |
| Whoa but we' re doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme | |
| I know we been doin' our part | |
| Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart | |
| Well now if I ever live to be an old man | |
| I' m gonna sail down to Martinique | |
| I' m gonna buy me a sweatstained Bogart suit | |
| And an African parakeet | |
| And then I' ll sit him on my shoulder | |
| And open up my trusty old mind | |
| I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss | |
| And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine | |
| Chorus: | |
| Yeah, and that' s why it' s still a mystery to me | |
| Why some people live like they do | |
| So many nice things happenin' out there | |
| They never even seen the clues | |
| Yeah but we' re doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme | |
| I know we been doin' our part | |
| Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart | |
| Coda: | |
| Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart yodelling... |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Whoa, lookin' back at my background | |
| Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here | |
| Some things are still a mystery to me | |
| While others are much too clear | |
| I' m just livin' in the sunshine | |
| Stay contented most of the time | |
| Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis | |
| Sing me their Texas rhymes | |
| Most of the people who retire in Florida | |
| Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch | |
| And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys | |
| I hate those bastards so much | |
| I wish a summer squall would blow them all | |
| The way up to fantasy land | |
| Yeah they' re ugly and square, they don' t belong here | |
| They looked a lot better as beer cans | |
| Chorus: | |
| Yeah, and that' s why it' s still a mystery to me | |
| Why some people live like they do | |
| So many nice things happenin' out there | |
| They never even seen the clues | |
| Whoa but we' re doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme | |
| I know we been doin' our part | |
| Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart | |
| Well now I might have joined the Merchant Marine | |
| If I hadn' t learned how to sing | |
| And on top of all that I got married too early | |
| ' Cost me much more than a ring | |
| But now those crazy days are over | |
| Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done | |
| I came off the rebound, started lookin' around | |
| Figured out it' s time to have a little fun | |
| Chorus: | |
| Yeah, and that' s why it' s still a mystery to me | |
| Why some people live like they do | |
| So many nice things happenin' out there | |
| They never even seen the clues | |
| Whoa but we' re doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme | |
| I know we been doin' our part | |
| Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart | |
| Well now if I ever live to be an old man | |
| I' m gonna sail down to Martinique | |
| I' m gonna buy me a sweatstained Bogart suit | |
| And an African parakeet | |
| And then I' ll sit him on my shoulder | |
| And open up my trusty old mind | |
| I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss | |
| And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine | |
| Chorus: | |
| Yeah, and that' s why it' s still a mystery to me | |
| Why some people live like they do | |
| So many nice things happenin' out there | |
| They never even seen the clues | |
| Yeah but we' re doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme | |
| I know we been doin' our part | |
| Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart | |
| Coda: | |
| Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control | |
| And some Texas hidden here in my heart yodelling... |
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