Beachcombin' - 2007
1.Beachcombin'
2.In-Conch-Nito
3.Here's To Life
4.Freezin For No Reason
5.Dances With The Breeze
6. Lazy Summer Day
7.Shoulda Listened To You
8.Manana Doesn't Mean Tomorrow
9. It's Not Where You've Been
10.The Auctioneer (Duet with Dad)
11.Backstage
12.Rhythm Of The Rain
13,Beachcombin' Reprise
Lyrics
BackStage
I should have seen it comin'….signs were everywhere….
Jimmy was in concert….Greg and I were playing near…
Parrotheads from Cincy ...had invited us to play….
where it all beganiversarry ….was the... event of the day...
The rumor mill was buzzin'….from the stage out to the lawn…
thirty minutes later we'd have …. packed up and gone…
Mac had tried to call him...…. but Greg was on the line
he'd let it go to voice mail…..whew…he retrieved it just in time…
I could tell by his demeanor….something was amiss…..
all the years of speculation….had now come down to this…
I was nervous with excitement…. as reality set in…
he said "I'm gonna be on stage tonight for the the encore…playin' fins"…
Chorus
Now I'm ...Backstage…. hangin' with the band….
yes I'm…. backstage…in Cincinnati where it all began…
It's been six years in the making….this joints about to blow…..
backstage in Cincinnati..….at the Jimmy Buffett show….
You should have seen their faces…when Greg came walking in
they all stopped what they were doin'….came and greeted their ol' friend
I thought I might meet Jimmy…but that's gonna have to wait..
free food and beer for the VIP's….I'm on my second plate..
Greg had really hooked us up….he's loyal to his friends….
he rode with me and I had his amp…so they had to let me in.
But Marcia, Brad and Cindy….also got a backstage pass….
we watched the crowd go' crazy…..Greg & Jimmy kickin' ass….
Chorus
We're ...Backstage…. hangin' with the band….
yes we're…. backstage…in Cincinnati where it all began…
It's been six years in the making….this joints about to blow…..
backstage in Cincinnati..….at the Jimmy Buffett show….
backstage in Cincinnati..….at the ….
long awaited…..much anticipated….Jimmy and Fingers….Reunion Show….!!
I remember it like yesterday…now the story has an end.
I never dreamed I'd be backstage…
when Greg and Jimmy…..played again.
Beachcombin'
Well…I like what I do and I'm doin' it well
I...travel light…..stay in cheap motels..
When the sun comes up….I'm already there
sittin' on the beach in my loungin' chair.
I like the way the sand….tickles my toes..
I like a little burn…on the end of my nose..
I like the sound of the waves….a cool sea breeze...
yeah….days like this I'm easy to please.
Chorus
I like to walk a little….like to swim a little…..kick it ba-e-ack a little…
Beachcombin' s the life for me.
I was in Antigua on an eight day cruise..
water there…had every shade of blue..
Mountains green…..the sand so white….
I'd never never seen a more beautiful sight…
Chorus
So I walked a little….and I swam a little….kicked it ba-e-ack a little..
Beachcombin's the life for me.
Bridge:
Later on when the sun goes down….there's a Tiki Bar…on the edge of town..
six string music on the patio…Beachcombers..come on lets go..
Time to sing a little….maybe drink a little….kick it ba-e-ack a little….
Beachcombin's the life for me.
Chorus
I like to walk a little….like to swim a little…..kick it ba-e-ack a little…
Beachcombin' s the life for me.
I like to walk a little….gotta swim a little…..kick it ba-e-ack a little…
No one to satisfy but me.
Dances With The Breeze
It's a good day to sail….
trades... blow in from the East
His good-bye left with the mail…
wished her well and made his peace.
He's never been good in love…
she came closer than most….
He knows….he'll try it all again…
tonight….he's sailin' off the coast.
Chorus
He's fine….on the water
it's where he's most at ease.
One day……he'll find a partner
tonight…he dances with the breeze.
He'll sail out past the point
and anchor for the night.
Turn his mind to what went wrong
and hope to one day get it right…
Chorus
He's fine….on the water
it's where he's most at ease.
One day……he'll find a partner
tonight…he dances with the breeze.
tonight…he dances with the breeze.
Freezin' For No Reason
I've always tried to do my best….to keep my body warm
Stayed close to the equator….far away from winter storms
I was runnin' low on money….so I made the choice to go..
Now I'm stranded in a Wal-Mart….fifteen feet of snow……
It's full moon night at Bomba's….He'll brew his magic tea
the band will soon be playin'….they'll be dancin' on the beach
I'm stocking up on items…I've plenty of at home…
it's ten below in Buffalo and there's a sale on Coppertone...
Chorus
I'm freezin' for no reason….I'm up here shakin' in my boots
I should be in the Islands….kickin' off my shoes
I'm surrounded by Walmartians….who've nothing better to do
then to circumnavigate these aisles…in search of something new.
I'm freezin'……freezin' for no reason….
I'm freezin'……freezin' for no reason….
One more show in Buffalo…..I'll be done tomorrow night
Be thawin' out by Sunday….if I can catch a flight.
I think I just saw Santa Claus…..in front of me in line….
he said "You can't beat these prices….Nope…."I shop here all the time!"…
Chorus
I'm freezin' for no reason….I'm up here shakin' in my boots
I should be in the Islands….kickin' off my shoes
I'm surrounded by Walmartians….who've nothing better to do
then to circumnavigate these aisles…in search of something new.
I'm freezin' for no reason….I'm up here shakin' in my boots
I should be in the Islands….kickin' off my shoes
I'm surrounded by Walmartians….who've nothing better to do
then to circumnavigate these aisles…in search of something new.
Here's To Life
I had a strange dream…I met myself thirty years ago
in a Key West Bar… it was rainin'
By the look in his eyes I could tell he knew…who it is he was talkin' to…
I said how 'bout a toast to me and you….I said..
Chorus
Here's To Life…boy it's an open door you're walking through..
To life…don't let nothing can keep you down..
Here's To Life…don't be surprised if your dreams come true
but it might not be what you're dreaming of today…Here's To Life!
He shook his head…. as he turned to walk away….
guess I knew….yea...what he was thinkin'
He said there's things you know could reduce the risk…but that might mean adventures missed…
still….is there somethin' I should do..
Bridge
I said when you get home things are gonna change
that's all you need to know
Give your grandma a hug and your Mom a kiss…tell 'em both I said hello..
An old man sat next to me….he ordered up a round
I could tell that man was me….twenty years from now.
Tequila….no salt or lime…he said….I said some things just don't change with time..
He said..how 'bout a toast to you and me…he said..
Chorus
Here's To Life…boy it's an open door you're walking through..
To life…don't let nothing can keep you down..
Here's To Life…don't be surprised if your dreams come true
but it might not be what you're dreaming of today…Here's To Life!
Bridge
I still remember the good 'ol days…and there's times I'd like 'em back.
but these days are those twenty years from now….
and that's what this songs about…
Chorus
Here's To Life…it's an open door we're walkin' through..
To life…won't let nothin' can keep us down..
Here's To Life…don't be surprised if your dreams come true
it just might be…we're livin' a few today...…Here's To Life!
In-Conch-Nito
It was a cold October Morning…..all the meetings had been planned
All he thought he ever wanted…now...sits in the palm of his hands
All the years of sacrificing…..have led him to today..
not part of the bargain …..no...was all he lost along the way…
Now there's an empty chair in the boardroom…..and he's nowhere to be found
down at Foxy's Bar in the BVI….he orders up another round…
Chorus
And he's traveling…. In-Conch-nito…..in search of what went wrong…
he's anchored in the harbor….and he's singin' island songs…
There's a slow returning smile….one he hasn't seen in years….
He knows it's gonna hit the fan….raises his glass...….cheers……he says cheers
That was Nineteen-Eighty-Seven….many deals have come and gone..
telling me his story…..as we drank 'till way past dawn…
He said … I think I've found the secret….at least it works for me..
once a year ….I slip away….to this paradise by the sea
They'll be scramblin' in the office…once they see I've disappeared
Slaps me on the shoulder….orders up a couple beers
Chorus
And he's traveling…. In-Conch-nito…. fixin' what went wrong…
he's anchored in the harbor….and we're singin' island songs…
He wears a big ol' smile….one that hasn't left in years….
He said... by now it's hit the fan….raises his glass...….cheers…..he says cheers..
Now there's an empty chair in the boardroom…..and he's nowhere to be found
down at Foxy's Bar in the BVI….he orders up another round…
Chorus
And he's traveling…. In-Conch-nito…. fixin' what went wrong…
he's anchored in the harbor….and we're singin' island songs…
He wears a big ol' smile….one that hasn't left in years….
He said... by now it's hit the fan….raises his glass...….cheers…..he says cheers..
He wears a big ol' smile….one that hasn't left in years….
He said... by now it's hit the fan….raises his glass...….cheers…..he just says cheers..
It's Not Where You've Been…It's Where You End
It was one of those nights….the moon was bright
stars were hangin' low….
stretched out on the front porch swing…..listenin' to the radio.
I wish when I was a young boy….I'd learned to play the blues…
sure come in handy on a night like this….
feelin' like I do.
Our lives are made of choices…we live with what we choose..
I'm on a dead end road…the creeks run dry…I got nothin' more to lose
There were times I felt the bottle…was my only friend
Helped ease the pain for a little while…betrayed me in the end…
Chorus
But I know…..yes I know…
it's not where you've been….no it's…. where you end…
and I've still got a ways to go..
So I emptied out the bottle…..made myself a vow….
gonna make a plan….be a better man….what I didn't know was how…
I'd been to church as a young boy…..I found wisdom in the words……
so I ….dusted my ol' Bible off……went to work…
I found inside a scripture…there in his own words…..
all can be forgiven son…..the first step's yours….
We came to an agreement…..the rest it's up to me…
Lord gave time…. to make it right….be the man I wanna be…
Chorus
I know…..yes I know…
it's not where you've been….no it's…. where you end…
and I've still got a ways to go..
Yes I know…..I know…
it's not where you've been…it's…. where you end…
and I've still got a ways to go..
Bridge
Take the writing off the wall…..that had be goin' down….
I'm here standing tall…..firmly planted on the ground…..
(Repeat 1st verse)
It was one of those nights….the moon was bright
stars were hangin' low….
stretched out on the front porch swing…..listenin' to the radio.
Lazy Summer Day
Cartoons….Lucky Charms….Sleep all day…..no alarm….
ride my bike to the swimmin' pool….it's summertime ..there aint no school..
Little league game…then later tonight….gonna meet my buddies 'neath the…..street light
for some hide-n-seek….kick the can….tag you're it catch me…catch me…catch me if you can…
Spend all day at the fishin' hole….catch a few… let 'em go…
Billy's eatin' worms but he don't care…he just made a couple dollars on a double dare...
Spend it all at the dairy queen….ruin our dinner .. Eatin' ice-cream..
just young boys doin' what young boys like to do…
Chorus
Summertime's what I liked most about bein' a kid…
didn't know no better…was a great excuse for all the crazy things we did…
I'm... older now…when I need to get away….
I close my eyes….drift back in time…to a lazy summer day.
Drive in movie on the edge of town….popcorn eatin'….tailgate down...
tried my best but once again….fell asleep….and missed the end..
In a few more days…it's back to school…enjoy it while there there aint no rules…
just a young boy doin' what young boys like to do….
Bridge
No X-Box..or PS3
could only get a couple channels on our TV
had to use our imagination…to set us free……
Chorus
Summertime's what I liked most about bein' a kid…
didn't know no better…was a great excuse for all the crazy things we did…
I'm... older now…when I need to get away….
I close my eyes….drift back in time…to a lazy summer day.
I close my eyes….and drift back in time….to a lazy summer day.
Manana Doesn't Mean Tomorrow
I missed the ferry for the main land….
had an early morning flight..
Guess I should make some new arrangements….
or spend a few more days in Jost Van Dyke
Gazing out across the harbor….
luggage stacked up on the dock…
Need to re-assess my situation…..
am I in trouble or in luck..
An old man knew my situation….
he said…"boy..I once stood there in your shoes..
I told her I'd be home manana….
in the islands that means any day I choose.
Chorus
He said Manana….doesn't mean tomorrow…
in the Islands…it means not today….
later on…some other time
manana….is what we like to say..
Took out my phone and made the call…
she seemed to understand…
she said I'll pick you up…..let me know when….
I said Manana….that's my new plan!!
Chorus
Manana….doesn't mean tomorrow…
in the Islands…it means not today….
If I told you I'd be home tomorrow…
Manana….is what I meant to say
If I told you I'd be home tomorrow…
Manana….is what I meant to say
Rhythm Of The Rain
Grandpa was….a railroad man
he'd look you straight in the eye….as he shook your hand.
played a little Banjo in his day…
Daddy was raised on Gospel Hymns..
every chance he'd get…. he'd join right in
sister can sing those harmonies……
I'm a writer of songs…. a travelin' man
by the seat of my pants……that's my big plan….
enjoyin' the ride ... best way I know how…
Chorus:
Music's what I know….what I live and breathe…
it's in my soul….and my family tree
Daddy praises the Lord…. I sing of the sea..
Music's what we know….it's who we are
whether it's Sunday morning….or a tourist town bar…
when we get together ... it's all the same…like the rhythm of the rain…
I got my first guitar….when I was a teen..
Daddy showed me a little….said the rest was up to me….
I figured a few things out….since then…
Now I can't imagine….life some other way…
think of all good the friends ….I made along the way…
and all of the stories I get to tell….
Chorus:
Music's what I know….what I live and breathe…
it's in my soul….and my family tree
Daddy praises the Lord…. I sing of the sea..
Music's what we know….it's who we are
whether it's Sunday morning….or a tourist town bar…
when we get together ... it's all the same…like the rhythm of the rain…
Grandpa was….a railroad man
used to climb upon his knee…I was in good hands
played a little Banjo in his day…
Shoulda Listened To You
Federalis…everywhere…….dumped my stash ….don't know where
For fifteen days I've been laying low…..I'm in gringo Hell in Mexico…
Louise…….I shoulda listened to you…..
I could be sittin' at home on the front porch….thinkin' up ways just to satisfy you….
If I ever get out of here……I'm gonna change my ways and hold you near…
she said….that's what all men seem to say…..when judgement day is on it's way
Louise…….I shoulda listened to you…..
I could be sittin' at home on the front porch….thinkin' up ways just to satisfy you….
Bridge
Well I wonder what she's doin'…..is she sittin' all alone?
Awaiting my arrival….starin' at the phone.
I wish that I could call her….let her know I'm OK…
Once I know the coast is clear….baby….I'll be on my way.
If I ever get out of here……I'm gonna change my ways and hold you near…
she said I knew that's what you'd say…….Boy...when you get home it's judgement day..
Louise…….I shoulda listened to you…..
I could be sittin' at home on the front porch….thinkin' up ways just to satisfy you….
I could be sittin' at home on the front porch….thinkin' up ways just to satisfy you….
The Auctioneer
LeRoy Van Dyke
There was a boy in Arkansas
Who wouldn't listen to his ma
When she told him he should go to school
He'd sneak away in the afternoon
Take a little walk and pretty soon
You'd find him at the local auction barn.
He'd stand and listen carefully
Then pretty soon he began to see
How the auctioneer could talk so rapidly
He said, "Oh, my, it's do or die
I've got to learn that auction cry
Gotta make my mark and be an auctioneer."
Twenty-five dollar bid it now, thirty dollar, thirty
Will you gimmie thirty, make it thirty
Bid it on a thirty dollar, will you gimmie thirty
Who'll-ll bid it at a thirty dollar bid?
Thirty dollar bid it now, thirty-five
Will you gimmie thirty-five,
To make it thirty-five, to bid it a thirty-five
Who woulda bid it at a thirty-five dollar bid?
As time went on, he did his best
And all could see he didn't jest
He practiced calling bids both night and day
His pap would find him behind the barn
Just working up an awful storm
As he tried to imitate the auctioneer.
Then his pap said, "Son, we just can't stand
To have a mediocre man
Sellin' things at auction using our good name
I'll send you off to auction school
Then you'll be nobody's fool
You can take your place among the best."
So from that boy who went to school
There grew a man who played it cool
And came back home a full-fledged auctioneer
And the people came from miles around
Just to hear him make that rhythmic sound
That filled their hearts with such a happy cheer.
His fame spread out from shore to shore
He had all he could do and more
Had to buy a plane to get around
Now he's the tops in all the land
Let's pause and give that man a hand
He's the best of all the auctioneers.
Forty-five dollar bid it now, fifty dollar, fifty
Will you gimmie fifty, make it fifty
Bid it on a fifty dollar, will you gimmie fidty
Who'll-ll bid it at a fifty dollar bid?
Fifty dollar bid it now, fifty-five
Will you gimmie fifty-five,
To make it fifty-five, to bid it a fifty-five
Who woulda bid it at a fifty-five dollar bid?
Sold Fingers Taylor for a Fifty Five Dollar Bid…
that's better than we did last night…….
