He Went to Paris

Song	He Went to Paris
Artist	Jimmy Buffett
Album	A Pirate's Treasure - 20 Jimmy Buffett Gems

	Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett Music：Jimmy Buffett
	He went to Paris looking for answers
	To questions that bothered him so
	He was impressive, young and aggressive
	Saving the world on his own.
	But the warm Summer breezes
	The French wines and cheeses
	Put his ambitions at bay
	Summers and Winters
	Scattered like splinters
	And four or five years slipped away.
	Then he went to England, played the piano
	And married an actress named Kim
	They had a fine life, she was a good wife
	Bore him a young son named Jim.
	And all of the answers and all of the questions
	He 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 on eye
	His body was battered, his world was shattered
	And all he could do was just cry.
	While the tears were falling, he was recalling
	The 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 pilin's
	And drinks his green label each day
	He's writing his memoirs and 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 then he'll say
	Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
	But I had a good life all the way.
	And he went to Paris looking for answers
	To questions that bother him so.

	Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett
	He went to Paris looking for answers
	To questions that bothered him so
	He was impressive, young and aggressive
	Saving the world on his own.
	But the warm Summer breezes
	The French wines and cheeses
	Put his ambitions at bay
	Summers and Winters
	Scattered like splinters
	And four or five years slipped away.
	Then he went to England, played the piano
	And married an actress named Kim
	They had a fine life, she was a good wife
	Bore him a young son named Jim.
	And all of the answers and all of the questions
	He 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 on eye
	His body was battered, his world was shattered
	And all he could do was just cry.
	While the tears were falling, he was recalling
	The 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 pilin' s
	And drinks his green label each day
	He' s writing his memoirs and 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 then he' ll say
	Jimmy, some of it' s magic, some of it' s tragic
	But I had a good life all the way.
	And he went to Paris looking for answers
	To questions that bother him so.