| Song | Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Buffett Live: Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffett | |
| Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
| Squalls out on the gulf stream | |
| Big storm's comin' soon | |
| I passed out in my hammock | |
| And God I slept 'til way past noon | |
| Stood up and tried to focus | |
| I hoped I wouldn't have to look far | |
| I knew I could use a Bloody Mary | |
| So I stumbled next door to the bar | |
| Chorus: | |
| And now I must confess, I could use some rest | |
| I can't run at this pace very long | |
| Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain | |
| But it cleans me out and then I can go on | |
| There's somethin' about this Sunday | |
| It's a most peculiar gray | |
| Strollin' down the avenue that's known as A1A | |
| Feelin' tired, then I got inspired | |
| I knew that it wouldn't last long | |
| So all alone I walked back home | |
| Sat on my beach and then I made up this song | |
| Chorus: | |
| And now I must confess, I could use some rest | |
| I can't run at this pace very long | |
| Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain | |
| But then it cleans me out and then I can go on | |
| Well the wind is blowin' harder now | |
| Fifty knots or thereabouts | |
| There's white caps on the ocean | |
| And I'm watchin' for waterspouts | |
| It's time to close the shutters | |
| It's time to go inside | |
| In a week I'll be in gay Paris | |
| That's a mighty long airplane ride | |
| Chorus: | |
| And now I must confess, I could use some rest | |
| I can't run at this pace very long | |
| Yes it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain | |
| But it cleans me out and then I can go on | |
| Coda: | |
| Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on |
| zuo ci : Buffett | |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Squalls out on the gulf stream | |
| Big storm' s comin' soon | |
| I passed out in my hammock | |
| And God I slept ' til way past noon | |
| Stood up and tried to focus | |
| I hoped I wouldn' t have to look far | |
| I knew I could use a Bloody Mary | |
| So I stumbled next door to the bar | |
| Chorus: | |
| And now I must confess, I could use some rest | |
| I can' t run at this pace very long | |
| Yes it' s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain | |
| But it cleans me out and then I can go on | |
| There' s somethin' about this Sunday | |
| It' s a most peculiar gray | |
| Strollin' down the avenue that' s known as A1A | |
| Feelin' tired, then I got inspired | |
| I knew that it wouldn' t last long | |
| So all alone I walked back home | |
| Sat on my beach and then I made up this song | |
| Chorus: | |
| And now I must confess, I could use some rest | |
| I can' t run at this pace very long | |
| Yes it' s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain | |
| But then it cleans me out and then I can go on | |
| Well the wind is blowin' harder now | |
| Fifty knots or thereabouts | |
| There' s white caps on the ocean | |
| And I' m watchin' for waterspouts | |
| It' s time to close the shutters | |
| It' s time to go inside | |
| In a week I' ll be in gay Paris | |
| That' s a mighty long airplane ride | |
| Chorus: | |
| And now I must confess, I could use some rest | |
| I can' t run at this pace very long | |
| Yes it' s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain | |
| But it cleans me out and then I can go on | |
| Coda: | |
| Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on |
| zuò cí : Buffett | |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| Squalls out on the gulf stream | |
| Big storm' s comin' soon | |
| I passed out in my hammock | |
| And God I slept ' til way past noon | |
| Stood up and tried to focus | |
| I hoped I wouldn' t have to look far | |
| I knew I could use a Bloody Mary | |
| So I stumbled next door to the bar | |
| Chorus: | |
| And now I must confess, I could use some rest | |
| I can' t run at this pace very long | |
| Yes it' s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain | |
| But it cleans me out and then I can go on | |
| There' s somethin' about this Sunday | |
| It' s a most peculiar gray | |
| Strollin' down the avenue that' s known as A1A | |
| Feelin' tired, then I got inspired | |
| I knew that it wouldn' t last long | |
| So all alone I walked back home | |
| Sat on my beach and then I made up this song | |
| Chorus: | |
| And now I must confess, I could use some rest | |
| I can' t run at this pace very long | |
| Yes it' s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain | |
| But then it cleans me out and then I can go on | |
| Well the wind is blowin' harder now | |
| Fifty knots or thereabouts | |
| There' s white caps on the ocean | |
| And I' m watchin' for waterspouts | |
| It' s time to close the shutters | |
| It' s time to go inside | |
| In a week I' ll be in gay Paris | |
| That' s a mighty long airplane ride | |
| Chorus: | |
| And now I must confess, I could use some rest | |
| I can' t run at this pace very long | |
| Yes it' s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain | |
| But it cleans me out and then I can go on | |
| Coda: | |
| Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on |