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JIMMY BUFFETT lyrics : "Life Is Just A Tire Swing"

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 Ante Bellum style,
And the wind would blow across the old bayou,
And I was a tranquil little child.


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.

And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,
And I could get along without any help.
Life was just a tire swing.


And I've never been west of New Orleans
Nor east of Pensacola.

My only contact with the outside
world was a n R.C.A. Victrola.
Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about

expensive cars, and who would've figured twenty
years later I'd be rubbing shoulders with the stars.
Life was just a tire swing.


'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber tip arrows,

Knowin' I could never hurt a thing,
And life was just a tire swing.


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 could see

it hangin' from a tree, and I knew
I had survived.


Life was just a tire swing.
Jambalaya's still the best song that I can sing.
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,

And I finally learned a lot about pain,
'cause life is just a tire swing.

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