| Song | Coast of Carolina |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Encores: Live |
| Written：Jimmy Buffett/Mac Mcanally | |
| Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain | |
| Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain | |
| Most every day goes by according to design | |
| I live this dream and still it seems I have you on my mind | |
| From the bottom of my heart | |
| Off the coast of Carolina | |
| AFter one or two false starts | |
| I believe we found our stride | |
| And the walls that won't come down | |
| We can decorate or climb | |
| Or find some way to get around | |
| Cause I'm still on your side | |
| From the bottom of my heart. | |
| I can't see the future | |
| But I know it's coming fast | |
| It's not that hard to wind up knee-deep in the past | |
| There come alot of Mondays | |
| Since that phone booth that first night | |
| Tears and miles and years and smiles | |
| I wanna get it right. | |
| Chorus | |
| Music Bridge | |
| These days I get up about the time I used to go to bed | |
| Living large was once the deal | |
| Now I watch the stars instead | |
| They're timeless and predictable | |
| Unlike most things that I do | |
| I tell the wind and my old friend | |
| I'm headed home to you. | |
| Chorus |
| Written: Jimmy Buffett Mac Mcanally | |
| Little roadside restaurant we artfully complain | |
| Groovy tells the waitress that his chicken died in vain | |
| Most every day goes by according to design | |
| I live this dream and still it seems I have you on my mind | |
| From the bottom of my heart | |
| Off the coast of Carolina | |
| AFter one or two false starts | |
| I believe we found our stride | |
| And the walls that won' t come down | |
| We can decorate or climb | |
| Or find some way to get around | |
| Cause I' m still on your side | |
| From the bottom of my heart. | |
| I can' t see the future | |
| But I know it' s coming fast | |
| It' s not that hard to wind up kneedeep in the past | |
| There come alot of Mondays | |
| Since that phone booth that first night | |
| Tears and miles and years and smiles | |
| I wanna get it right. | |
| Chorus | |
| Music Bridge | |
| These days I get up about the time I used to go to bed | |
| Living large was once the deal | |
| Now I watch the stars instead | |
| They' re timeless and predictable | |
| Unlike most things that I do | |
| I tell the wind and my old friend | |
| I' m headed home to you. | |
| Chorus |