Jimmy Buffett wrote this in 1976 for Elvis, but he died in 1977 before it was recorded. Imagine the difference if this had been an Elvis song!
[Verse] – – – [D] Nibblin’ on sponge cake, watchin’ the sun bake all of those tourists covered with [A] oil. [A] Strummin’ my six string, on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp they’re beginnin’ to [D] boil [D7]
[CHORUS] – – – [G] Wastin’ [A] away again in [D] Margaritaville [D7], [G] searchin’ for my [A] lost shaker of [D] salt [D7]. [G] Some people [A] claim that there’s a [A] woman [G] to [A] blame, but I [D] know, it’s nobody’s fault
[Verse] – – – [D] Don’t know the reason, I stayed here all season. Nothin’ to show but this brand new [A] tattoo. [A] But it’s a real beauty, a Mexican cutie. How it got here I haven’t a [D] clue [D7]
[CHORUS] but I [D] think, hell it could be my fault
[Verse] – – – [D] I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top. Cut my heel had to cruise on back [A] home. [A] But there’s booze in the blender, and soon it will render that frozen concoction that helps me hang [D] on [D7]
[CHORUS] but I [D] think, it is prob’ly my fault
[CHORUS] but I [D] know, it’s my own damn fault.
[Outro] – – – D G A D
