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