[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.