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