| Song | He Went To Paris |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Songs You Know By Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffett | |
| He went to | |
| Paris, looking for answers | |
| To questions that bothered him so | |
| He was impressive, young and aggressive | |
| Saving world on his own | |
| But the warm summer breezes | |
| The French wines and cheeses | |
| Put his ambition at bay | |
| The summers and winters, scattered like splinters | |
| And four or five years slipped away | |
| He went to | |
| England, played the piano | |
| And married an actress named | |
| KimThey had a fine life, she was a good wife | |
| And bore him a young son named | |
| JimAll of the answers and all of the questions | |
| Locked in his attic one day' | |
| Cause he liked the quiet clean country living | |
| And twenty more years slipped away | |
| Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady | |
| And left him with only one eye | |
| His body was battered, his whole world was shattered | |
| And all he could do was just cry | |
| While the tears were a falling, he was recalling | |
| Answers he never found | |
| So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean | |
| And left England without a sound | |
| Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings | |
| And drinks his | |
| Green Label each day | |
| Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing | |
| But he don't care what most people say | |
| Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion | |
| If he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragicBut I had a good life all the way" | |
| And he went to | |
| Paris looking for answers | |
| To questions that bothered him so |
| zuo ci : Buffett | |
| He went to | |
| Paris, looking for answers | |
| To questions that bothered him so | |
| He was impressive, young and aggressive | |
| Saving world on his own | |
| But the warm summer breezes | |
| The French wines and cheeses | |
| Put his ambition at bay | |
| The summers and winters, scattered like splinters | |
| And four or five years slipped away | |
| He went to | |
| England, played the piano | |
| And married an actress named | |
| KimThey had a fine life, she was a good wife | |
| And bore him a young son named | |
| JimAll of the answers and all of the questions | |
| Locked in his attic one day' | |
| Cause he liked the quiet clean country living | |
| And twenty more years slipped away | |
| Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady | |
| And left him with only one eye | |
| His body was battered, his whole world was shattered | |
| And all he could do was just cry | |
| While the tears were a falling, he was recalling | |
| Answers he never found | |
| So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean | |
| And left England without a sound | |
| Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings | |
| And drinks his | |
| Green Label each day | |
| Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing | |
| But he don' t care what most people say | |
| Through eightysix years of perpetual motion | |
| If he likes you, he' ll smile and he' ll say" Jimmy, some of it' s magic, some of it' s tragicBut I had a good life all the way" | |
| And he went to | |
| Paris looking for answers | |
| To questions that bothered him so |
| zuò cí : Buffett | |
| He went to | |
| Paris, looking for answers | |
| To questions that bothered him so | |
| He was impressive, young and aggressive | |
| Saving world on his own | |
| But the warm summer breezes | |
| The French wines and cheeses | |
| Put his ambition at bay | |
| The summers and winters, scattered like splinters | |
| And four or five years slipped away | |
| He went to | |
| England, played the piano | |
| And married an actress named | |
| KimThey had a fine life, she was a good wife | |
| And bore him a young son named | |
| JimAll of the answers and all of the questions | |
| Locked in his attic one day' | |
| Cause he liked the quiet clean country living | |
| And twenty more years slipped away | |
| Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady | |
| And left him with only one eye | |
| His body was battered, his whole world was shattered | |
| And all he could do was just cry | |
| While the tears were a falling, he was recalling | |
| Answers he never found | |
| So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean | |
| And left England without a sound | |
| Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings | |
| And drinks his | |
| Green Label each day | |
| Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing | |
| But he don' t care what most people say | |
| Through eightysix years of perpetual motion | |
| If he likes you, he' ll smile and he' ll say" Jimmy, some of it' s magic, some of it' s tragicBut I had a good life all the way" | |
| And he went to | |
| Paris looking for answers | |
| To questions that bothered him so |