by Jimmy Buffet By: jimmy buffett 1977 Nibblin on sponge cake Watchin the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin my six-string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp they’re beginnin to boil Chorus: Wastin away again in margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there’s

Pancho and Lefty

by Townes Van Zandt Living on the road my friend Was gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron Your breath’s as hard as kerosene You weren’t your mama’s only boy But her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said goodbye And sank into your dreams

The Dutchman

by Steve Goodman The Dutchman’s not the kind of man Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in, But that’s a secret that only Margaret knows. When Amsterdam is golden in the summer, Margaret brings him breakfast, She believes him. He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow. He’s mad


by John Lennon and Paul McCartney Yesterday, All my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though they’re here to stay, Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be, There’s a shadow hanging over me, Oh, yesterday came suddenly. Why she Had to go I don’t


by Gordon Lightfoot (I need chords to be able to cheat this one) (F) (Am) (F) (Am) (F) Never had much to say, he traveled a(Am)lone with no friends (F) Like a shadowy ghost at dawn he (Am) came and he went (F) Through the woodland (G) swiftly gliding (Em) To the young maid (Am)

Desperadoes Waiting For A Train

I played the Red River Valley He’d sit in the kitchen and cry Run his fingers through seventy years of livin’ And wonder, “Lord, why has every well I’ve drilled gone dry?” We were friends, me and this old man We’s like desperados waitin’ for a train Desperados waitin’ for a train He’s a drifter,

Circle Game

by Joni Mitchell Songwriters: Mitchell, Joni Yesterday a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like when you’re older


by Paul Simon Chorus Cecilia, you’re breaking my heart, You’re shaking my confidence daily. Oh cecilia, I’m down on my knees, I’m begging you please to come home. Chorus Making love in the afternoon with cecilia Up in my bedroom, I got up to wash my face When I come back to bed, Someone’s taken

Take It Easy

as recorded by The Eagles Well, I’m running down the road tryin’ to loosen my load I’ve got seven women on my mind, Four that wanna own me, Two that wanna stone me, One says she’s a friend of mine Take It easy, take it easy Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive

Leader of the Band

by Dan Fogelberg An only child alone and wild A cabinet maker’s son His hands were meant for different work And his heart was known to none He left his home and went his lone and solitary way And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay A quiet man of

Kathy's Song

KATHY’S SONG (Paul Simon) Paul Simon (June, 1965) Simon & Garfunkel (December, 1965) I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets To

Peaceful Easy Feeling

PEACEFUL EASY FEELING I like the way your sparkling earrings lay, against your skin, it’s so brown and I wanna sleep with you in the desert tonight with a billion stars all around ’cause I gotta peaceful easy feeling and I know you won’t let me down ’cause I’m already standing on the ground And

Homeward Bound

I’m sittin’ in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is neatly planned For a poet and a one man band Homeward bound I wish I was Homeward bound Home, where my thought’s escaping Home, where my


America by Paul Simon “Let us be lovers we’ll marry our fortunes together.” “I’ve got some real estate here in my bag.” So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America. “Kathy,” I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh “Michigan seems like a

The Boxer

THE BOXER by Paul Simon I am just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told. I have squandered my resistance, For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises. All lies and jest. Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. When I left my home and my family I


Today, while the blossom still clings to the vine I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine And a million tomorrows shall all pass away ‘Ere I forget all the joys that are mine today Well I’ll be a dandy and I’ll be a rover You’ll know who I am by the songs that