[Intro]
G#
[Verse]
G#
Nibblin on sponge cake, watchin the sun bake,
D#
all of those tourist covered with oil.
Strummin my six string, on my front porch swing,
G#
smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil.
[Chorus]
C# D# G# C#
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
D# G# C#
searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
D# G# D# C#
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
D# G#
but I know, it's nobody's fault.
[Verse]
(
G#)
Don't know the reason, I stayed here all season.
D#
Nothin to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie,
G#
how it got here I haven't a clue.
[Chorus]
C# D# G# C#
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
D# G# C#
searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
D# G# D# C#
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
D# G#
now I think, hell it could by my fault.
[Solo]
G# G# G# G# D# D#
C# D# G# D# C#
D# G#
[Verse]
(
G#)
I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top,
D#
cut my heel had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render,
G#
that frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
[Chorus]
C# D# G# C#
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
D# G# C#
searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
D# G# D# C#
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
D# G# C#
and I know, it's my own damn fault.
D# G# D# C#
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
D# G# G#
and I know, it's my own damn fault.
[Intro]
G#
[Verse]
G#
Nibblin on sponge cake,
watchin the sun bake,
all of those tourist
D#
covered with oil.
Strummin my six string, on my front porch swing,
smell those shrimp they're
G#
beginnin' to boil.
[Chorus]
G
D# G# C#
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
D# searchin for my
G# C#
lost shaker of salt.
D# Some people claim that
G# D# C#
there's a woman to blame,
D# G#
but I know, it's nobody's fault.
[Verse]
(
G#)
Don't know the reason,
I stayed here all season.
Nothin to show but
D#
this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie,
G#
how it got here I haven't a clue.
[Chorus]
G
D# G# C#
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
D# searchin for my
G# C#
lost shaker of salt.
D# Some people claim that
G# D# C#
there's a woman to blame,
D# now I think, hell
G#
it could by my fault.
[Solo]
G# G# G# G# D# D#
C# D# G# D# C#
D# G#
[Verse]
(
G#)
I blew out my flip flop,
stepped on a pop top,
cut my heel had to
D#
cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render,
that frozen concoction
G#
that helps me hang on.
[Chorus]
G
D# G# C#
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
D# searchin for my
G# C#
lost shaker of salt.
D# Some people claim that
G# D# C#
there's a woman to blame,
D# and I know, it's
G# C#
my own damn fault.
D# Some people claim that
G# D# C#
there's a woman to blame,
D# and I know, it's
G# G#
my own damn fault.