[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.