Song | Life Is Just A Tire Swing |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | A-1-A |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
I remember the smell of the creosote plant | |
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt | |
They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum) | |
And the winds would blow across the old bayou | |
And I was a tranquil little child | |
Chorus: | |
Life was just a tire swing | |
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing | |
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken | |
And I never knew a thing about pain | |
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 | |
But I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way | |
And I could get along without any help | |
Chorus: | |
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 | |
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) | |
And I never been west of New Orleans or east of Pensacola | |
My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola | |
And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars | |
And who would've figured twenty years later | |
I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars | |
Life was just a tire swing | |
Then the other mornin' 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 screamin' 'Is he still alive?' | |
Through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree | |
And I knew that I had survived | |
And life is still a tire swing | |
'Jambalaya' is the best song I can sing | |
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken | |
But I finally learned a lot about pain | |
Life is just a tire swing (tire swing) | |
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) | |
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) | |
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
I remember the smell of the creosote plant | |
When we' d have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt | |
They lived in a big house, antebellum style antebellum | |
And the winds would blow across the old bayou | |
And I was a tranquil little child | |
Chorus: | |
Life was just a tire swing | |
' Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing | |
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken | |
And I never knew a thing about pain | |
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 | |
But I knew that I' d stay, it was better that way | |
And I could get along without any help | |
Chorus: | |
Life was just a tire swing | |
' Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing | |
Chasin' after sparrows with rubbertipped arrows | |
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing | |
Life was just a tire swing tire swing | |
And I never been west of New Orleans or east of Pensacola | |
My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola | |
And Elvis would sing and then I' d dream about expensive cars | |
And who would' ve figured twenty years later | |
I' d be rubbin' shoulders with the stars | |
Life was just a tire swing | |
Then the other mornin' 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 screamin' ' Is he still alive?' | |
Through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree | |
And I knew that I had survived | |
And life is still a tire swing | |
' Jambalaya' is the best song I can sing | |
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken | |
But I finally learned a lot about pain | |
Life is just a tire swing tire swing | |
Life was just a tire swing tire swing | |
Life was just a tire swing tire swing | |
Life was just a tire swing tire swing |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
I remember the smell of the creosote plant | |
When we' d have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt | |
They lived in a big house, antebellum style antebellum | |
And the winds would blow across the old bayou | |
And I was a tranquil little child | |
Chorus: | |
Life was just a tire swing | |
' Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing | |
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken | |
And I never knew a thing about pain | |
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 | |
But I knew that I' d stay, it was better that way | |
And I could get along without any help | |
Chorus: | |
Life was just a tire swing | |
' Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing | |
Chasin' after sparrows with rubbertipped arrows | |
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing | |
Life was just a tire swing tire swing | |
And I never been west of New Orleans or east of Pensacola | |
My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola | |
And Elvis would sing and then I' d dream about expensive cars | |
And who would' ve figured twenty years later | |
I' d be rubbin' shoulders with the stars | |
Life was just a tire swing | |
Then the other mornin' 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 screamin' ' Is he still alive?' | |
Through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree | |
And I knew that I had survived | |
And life is still a tire swing | |
' Jambalaya' is the best song I can sing | |
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken | |
But I finally learned a lot about pain | |
Life is just a tire swing tire swing | |
Life was just a tire swing tire swing | |
Life was just a tire swing tire swing | |
Life was just a tire swing tire swing |