Life Is Just A Tire Swing by Jimmy Buffett #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Subject: song -"LifeIsJustATireSwing.crd" - Jimmy_Buffett To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Date: Fri, 2 Apr 93 10:34:05 EST X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL11] ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// // Mike A. Hall // "If I don't die by Thursday, // // mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu // I'll be roarin' Friday night." // // // --J.Buffett // ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ---------------------------------- Life Is Just A Tire Swing ------------------------- [Words and Music by Jimmy Buffett (c) 1974] Intro: Bm G A D I remember the smell of the creosote plant, E F#m Gdim E7 A Bm Cdim A when we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt. G A D They lived in a big house Antebellum style, G D G D and the wind would blow across the old bayou, A D and I was a tranquil little child. Chorus: D Bm Life was just a tire swing. G D 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. G D Black-berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken, G D A and I never knew a thing about pain; Bm Life was just a tire swing. 2. 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) 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. (then continue) Bm G F#m Em D And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola. G F#m E7 A My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola. Bm A And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars, E7 and who would've figured twenty years later A E7 F#m7 I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars. Bm Life was just a tire swing. 3. 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. (3rd 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. ---------------------------------------------- Chord chart: F#m - |xx3222| F#m7 - |xx2222| Gdim - |xx2323| E7 - |o2o1oo| Bm - |xxo432| Cdim - |xx1212| Em7 - |o2oooo| Em - |o22ooo| [This song is published in the book "The Songs of Jimmy Buffett" by CPP/Belwin Music Company.]  www.TAB6.com