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