Song | He Went to Paris |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | A Pirate's Treasure - 20 Jimmy Buffett Gems |
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Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
He went to Paris looking for answers | |
To questions that bothered him so | |
He was impressive, young and aggressive | |
Saving the world on his own. | |
But the warm Summer breezes | |
The French wines and cheeses | |
Put his ambitions at bay | |
Summers and Winters | |
Scattered like splinters | |
And four or five years slipped away. | |
Then he went to England, played the piano | |
And married an actress named Kim | |
They had a fine life, she was a good wife | |
Bore him a young son named Jim. | |
And all of the answers and all of the questions | |
He locked in his attic one day | |
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living | |
And twenty more years slipped away. | |
Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady | |
And left him with only on eye | |
His body was battered, his world was shattered | |
And all he could do was just cry. | |
While the tears were falling, he was recalling | |
The answers he never found | |
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean | |
And left England without a sound. | |
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's | |
And drinks his green label each day | |
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing | |
But he don't care what most people say. | |
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion | |
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say | |
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic | |
But I had a good life all the way. | |
And he went to Paris looking for answers | |
To questions that bother him so. |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
He went to Paris looking for answers | |
To questions that bothered him so | |
He was impressive, young and aggressive | |
Saving the world on his own. | |
But the warm Summer breezes | |
The French wines and cheeses | |
Put his ambitions at bay | |
Summers and Winters | |
Scattered like splinters | |
And four or five years slipped away. | |
Then he went to England, played the piano | |
And married an actress named Kim | |
They had a fine life, she was a good wife | |
Bore him a young son named Jim. | |
And all of the answers and all of the questions | |
He locked in his attic one day | |
' Cause he liked the quiet clean country living | |
And twenty more years slipped away. | |
Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady | |
And left him with only on eye | |
His body was battered, his world was shattered | |
And all he could do was just cry. | |
While the tears were falling, he was recalling | |
The answers he never found | |
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean | |
And left England without a sound. | |
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin' s | |
And drinks his green label each day | |
He' s writing his memoirs and losing his hearing | |
But he don' t care what most people say. | |
Through eightysix years of perpetual motion | |
If he likes you he' ll smile then he' ll say | |
Jimmy, some of it' s magic, some of it' s tragic | |
But I had a good life all the way. | |
And he went to Paris looking for answers | |
To questions that bother him so. |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
He went to Paris looking for answers | |
To questions that bothered him so | |
He was impressive, young and aggressive | |
Saving the world on his own. | |
But the warm Summer breezes | |
The French wines and cheeses | |
Put his ambitions at bay | |
Summers and Winters | |
Scattered like splinters | |
And four or five years slipped away. | |
Then he went to England, played the piano | |
And married an actress named Kim | |
They had a fine life, she was a good wife | |
Bore him a young son named Jim. | |
And all of the answers and all of the questions | |
He locked in his attic one day | |
' Cause he liked the quiet clean country living | |
And twenty more years slipped away. | |
Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady | |
And left him with only on eye | |
His body was battered, his world was shattered | |
And all he could do was just cry. | |
While the tears were falling, he was recalling | |
The answers he never found | |
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean | |
And left England without a sound. | |
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin' s | |
And drinks his green label each day | |
He' s writing his memoirs and losing his hearing | |
But he don' t care what most people say. | |
Through eightysix years of perpetual motion | |
If he likes you he' ll smile then he' ll say | |
Jimmy, some of it' s magic, some of it' s tragic | |
But I had a good life all the way. | |
And he went to Paris looking for answers | |
To questions that bother him so. |