Jimmy Buffett - Life is Just a Tire Swing

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I remember the smell of the creosote plant

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when we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt

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They lived in a big house  Antebellum style

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and the wind would blow across the old bayou

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and I was a tranquil little child



Chorus:

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     Life was just a tire swing

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     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing

     G                    D

     Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken

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     and I never knew a thing about pain

                     Bm

     Life was just a tire swing



In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp

yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp

And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself

And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way

and I could get along without any help



(2nd chorus)









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     Life was just a tire swing

     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing

     Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows

     knowin' I could never hurt a thing

     and life was just a tire swing



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And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola

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My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola

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And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars

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and who would've figured twenty years later

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I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars

                Bm

Life was just a tire swing





Then the other morning on some Illinois road

I fell asleep at the wheel

But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole

and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree

and I knew that I had survived



Last Chorus:

     Life was just a tire swing

     'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing

     Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken

     And I finally learned a lot about pain

     'Cause life is just a tire swing

     Life was just a tire swing