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The Gulf Coast of Florida by John R. Butler
The Gulf Coast of Florida
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[Verse 1]
C G C
I'm moving down to the Guilf coast of Florida;
F C
I'm tired of those nasty winter squalls
G C
I want to find myself relaxing, with other Anglo-Saxons,
D G
From Bufflao, Bobcaygeon and Fenleon Falls
C G C
I want to wear Bight shirts and wear big old Bermuda's,
F C
And never use turn signals when I drive:
G C
At green lights I may linger, They might give me the finger
G C C7
I don't give a dam I'm over 65
[Chorus]
F C
So Hey bartender, Keep them coming like a train,
G C
White sands on a runner, I'll have a hurricane;
F C
You can tell that guitar player he'll get a two dollar bill,
G C
If he will play me Margaretaville
[Verse 2]
C G C
I got a real nice place on the Gulf coast of Florida
F C
I never break a sweat or lift a tool;
G C
I don't moww the lawn on weeekends, I got two Porto Ricans
D G
To cut the grass, and Chlorinate the pool;
C G C
You ought to see me cruise the waterfront on Sundays;
F C G
Courtesy of big twin Mercury's, and forty feet of fiber glass,
C C D
Land lubers' kiss my ass, Hello Ladies, lookout Manatees
[Chorus]
F C
Hey Bartender, I'll have another one I think;
G C C7
How about that German stuff that college students drink;
F C
You can tell that guitar player I'll bony up some cash,
G C
If he'll only play me Pencil Down Moustache
[Bridge]
F C
Here in Florida, life is surely grand;
G C C7
Gated neighborhoods where everyone's Republicans,
F C G D
Jamaicans and Latinos are working for the man,that man is me,
G G7
Mr Silver hair and knobby knees;
C G C
I'm a leisure kind of guy down here in Florida;
F C G
Each afternoon I nap on the leigh nie;And throughout my slumber,
C G D
I saw a lot of lumber, that's what my wife and neighbors imply
[Verse 3]
C G C
One day I'll leave this paradise in Florida;
F C
And go back north where kids and grandkids are,
F C
Yeah I reckon I'll be going,where the artic winds are blowing,
G C
The same day that flying monkeys land on mars
[Chorus]
F C
So hey bartender, whose your budy whose your pal,
G C C7
One more drink for me and one more for that fruity gal,
F C
You can tell that guitar player I'll give him a buck or two.
G C
If he' play why don't we get drunk and screw
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