22 June 2020

Song.


The WINO and I KNOW

The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.

And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn. 

And the Wino and I know 
The pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
The pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song. 

Well the coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool, 
I ate 'til I ate way too much.

Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove. 

And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain 
Of his pick-up truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song. 

Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be. 

And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys 
Of his milkshake in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.

Jimmy Buffett

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