Coastal Confessions Lyrics
| Song | Coastal Confessions |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | License to Chill |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett Music：Jimmy Buffett | |
| Well I'm a tidal pool explorer | |
| From the days of my misspent youth. | |
| I believe that down on the beach | |
| Where the sea gulls preach | |
| Is where the Chinese buried the truth. | |
| So I dig in the sand | |
| with my misguided hands | |
| and if I dig deep enough | |
| Hell I just might dig it up. | |
| Talking about treasure | |
| Talking about pleasure | |
| Talking about love | |
| Now I'm a reader of the night sky | |
| And a singer of inordinate tunes. | |
| That's how I float across time | |
| Living way past my prime | |
| Like a long lost baby's balloon. | |
| So I hang on to the string | |
| Work that whole gravity thing | |
| But when my space ship goes pop | |
| Back to the earth I will drop | |
| Into the sea | |
| Or the limbs of a tree | |
| Or the wings of my love | |
| And I don't know what I'm supposed to do | |
| Maybe invent me a story or two | |
| I've got coastal confessions to make | |
| How bout you | |
| How bout you | |
| They say that time is like a river | |
| And stories are the key to the past | |
| But now I'm stuck in between | |
| Here at my typing machine | |
| Trying to come up with some words that will last. | |
| It's so easy to see that we live history | |
| And if I just find the beat | |
| I know I land on my feet | |
| I always do | |
| Hadn't got a clue | |
| Does it comes from above. | |
| And I don't know what I'm supposed to do | |
| Maybe invent me a story or two | |
| I've got coastal confessions to make | |
| How bout you | |
| How bout you | |
| Let's go to church, Sonny... | |
| (Bridge) | |
| So bless me father, yes I have sinned. | |
| Given the chance I'll probably do it again | |
| I don't need absolution | |
| Just a simple solution will do. | |
| So let's talk about the future | |
| Or the consequences of my past | |
| I've got scars, I've got lines | |
| I'm not hard to define | |
| Just an altar boy coverin' his ass. | |
| I know I can't run and hide | |
| But just hang on for the ride | |
| There will be laughter and tears | |
| As we progress through the years | |
| But still it's fun | |
| Hey I'm not done | |
| Gonna dance 'til I fall | |
| And I don't know what I'm supposed to do | |
| Maybe have me a boat drink or two | |
| It's just the coastal confessions I hear | |
| Tell the truth | |
| Tell the truth | |
| I've got some coastal confessions to make | |
| How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you | |
| And you, and you, and you | |
| 42 years since my last confession | |
| Well father, do you have the rest of the week? | |
| Let's get started | |
| I had impure thoughts | |
| I smoked some pot | |
| Stole some peanut butter | |
| Father, wake up. |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Well I' m a tidal pool explorer | |
| From the days of my misspent youth. | |
| I believe that down on the beach | |
| Where the sea gulls preach | |
| Is where the Chinese buried the truth. | |
| So I dig in the sand | |
| with my misguided hands | |
| and if I dig deep enough | |
| Hell I just might dig it up. | |
| Talking about treasure | |
| Talking about pleasure | |
| Talking about love | |
| Now I' m a reader of the night sky | |
| And a singer of inordinate tunes. | |
| That' s how I float across time | |
| Living way past my prime | |
| Like a long lost baby' s balloon. | |
| So I hang on to the string | |
| Work that whole gravity thing | |
| But when my space ship goes pop | |
| Back to the earth I will drop | |
| Into the sea | |
| Or the limbs of a tree | |
| Or the wings of my love | |
| And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
| Maybe invent me a story or two | |
| I' ve got coastal confessions to make | |
| How bout you | |
| How bout you | |
| They say that time is like a river | |
| And stories are the key to the past | |
| But now I' m stuck in between | |
| Here at my typing machine | |
| Trying to come up with some words that will last. | |
| It' s so easy to see that we live history | |
| And if I just find the beat | |
| I know I land on my feet | |
| I always do | |
| Hadn' t got a clue | |
| Does it comes from above. | |
| And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
| Maybe invent me a story or two | |
| I' ve got coastal confessions to make | |
| How bout you | |
| How bout you | |
| Let' s go to church, Sonny... | |
| Bridge | |
| So bless me father, yes I have sinned. | |
| Given the chance I' ll probably do it again | |
| I don' t need absolution | |
| Just a simple solution will do. | |
| So let' s talk about the future | |
| Or the consequences of my past | |
| I' ve got scars, I' ve got lines | |
| I' m not hard to define | |
| Just an altar boy coverin' his ass. | |
| I know I can' t run and hide | |
| But just hang on for the ride | |
| There will be laughter and tears | |
| As we progress through the years | |
| But still it' s fun | |
| Hey I' m not done | |
| Gonna dance ' til I fall | |
| And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
| Maybe have me a boat drink or two | |
| It' s just the coastal confessions I hear | |
| Tell the truth | |
| Tell the truth | |
| I' ve got some coastal confessions to make | |
| How ' bout you, how ' bout you, how ' bout you, how ' bout you | |
| And you, and you, and you | |
| 42 years since my last confession | |
| Well father, do you have the rest of the week? | |
| Let' s get started | |
| I had impure thoughts | |
| I smoked some pot | |
| Stole some peanut butter | |
| Father, wake up. |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Well I' m a tidal pool explorer | |
| From the days of my misspent youth. | |
| I believe that down on the beach | |
| Where the sea gulls preach | |
| Is where the Chinese buried the truth. | |
| So I dig in the sand | |
| with my misguided hands | |
| and if I dig deep enough | |
| Hell I just might dig it up. | |
| Talking about treasure | |
| Talking about pleasure | |
| Talking about love | |
| Now I' m a reader of the night sky | |
| And a singer of inordinate tunes. | |
| That' s how I float across time | |
| Living way past my prime | |
| Like a long lost baby' s balloon. | |
| So I hang on to the string | |
| Work that whole gravity thing | |
| But when my space ship goes pop | |
| Back to the earth I will drop | |
| Into the sea | |
| Or the limbs of a tree | |
| Or the wings of my love | |
| And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
| Maybe invent me a story or two | |
| I' ve got coastal confessions to make | |
| How bout you | |
| How bout you | |
| They say that time is like a river | |
| And stories are the key to the past | |
| But now I' m stuck in between | |
| Here at my typing machine | |
| Trying to come up with some words that will last. | |
| It' s so easy to see that we live history | |
| And if I just find the beat | |
| I know I land on my feet | |
| I always do | |
| Hadn' t got a clue | |
| Does it comes from above. | |
| And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
| Maybe invent me a story or two | |
| I' ve got coastal confessions to make | |
| How bout you | |
| How bout you | |
| Let' s go to church, Sonny... | |
| Bridge | |
| So bless me father, yes I have sinned. | |
| Given the chance I' ll probably do it again | |
| I don' t need absolution | |
| Just a simple solution will do. | |
| So let' s talk about the future | |
| Or the consequences of my past | |
| I' ve got scars, I' ve got lines | |
| I' m not hard to define | |
| Just an altar boy coverin' his ass. | |
| I know I can' t run and hide | |
| But just hang on for the ride | |
| There will be laughter and tears | |
| As we progress through the years | |
| But still it' s fun | |
| Hey I' m not done | |
| Gonna dance ' til I fall | |
| And I don' t know what I' m supposed to do | |
| Maybe have me a boat drink or two | |
| It' s just the coastal confessions I hear | |
| Tell the truth | |
| Tell the truth | |
| I' ve got some coastal confessions to make | |
| How ' bout you, how ' bout you, how ' bout you, how ' bout you | |
| And you, and you, and you | |
| 42 years since my last confession | |
| Well father, do you have the rest of the week? | |
| Let' s get started | |
| I had impure thoughts | |
| I smoked some pot | |
| Stole some peanut butter | |
| Father, wake up. |
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