Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffett

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Subject: song - "NauticalWheelers.crd" - Jimmy_Buffett
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Date: Thu, 25 Mar 93 16:43:58 EST
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Song:     Nautical Wheelers
By:       Jimmy Buffett

Intro:    A  D  D6           (see bottom for chord diagrams)
          A  D  A  D

    A                     D                A
   Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
         D                      A     A7
   play fiddle tunes under the stars.
    D                   A             F#m
   Petti-coats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
    B7                    E
   hustle on down to the bars.
    D                                      A         A7
   Where the juke-box is blastin' and the liquor is flowin'
       D           A        E    E7
   an occasional bottle of wine.
                   D                    A
    That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
            E         E7        D           A
    to be living and dying in three quarter time.


(Chorus)

     A          E7                           D          A
       And it's dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,
         D         A              E     E7
       take me to stars that you know.
                   F#m                          D          A
       Come on and dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,
       E          E7      A
       I want so badly to go.

2.  Well, the left foot it'll follow
    where the right foot has travelled,
    down to the sidewalks unglued.
    And into the street of my city so neat,
    where nobody cares what you do.
     And Sonna's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic
     and Mason has jumped in the sea.
     And I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat

         E7                     A
     Oh, Nautical Wheelers save me.
(repeat Chorus)

3.  Well the sunrise will bring on
    the sleep that's escaped us
    and everyone's off to their beds.
    There'll be huggin' and squeezin'
    a little pleazin' and teasin'
    and rubbin' of each other's heads.
     So won't you dream on comrades, seems nothin' escapes you,
     nothin', no reason, nor rhyme.
     That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
     to be living and dying in three quarter time.
(repeat chorus and fade)

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(guitar chord diagrams: )

     E -  o221oo    E7 -  o2o1oo
     D -  xxo232    A  -  xo222o
     F#m- xx4222    A7 -  xo2o2o
     B7 - x212o2    D6 -  xxo2o2
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[This song is published in CPP/Belwin's
             "The Songs of Jimmy Buffett"]

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//   Mike A. Hall           // "If I don't die by Thursday,    //
//   mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu  //  I'll be roarin' Friday night." //
//                          //                 --J.Buffett     //
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