(C) Lookin' back at my background             
Tryin' to figure (G7) out how I ever got here 
Some things are still a mystery to me      
While (C) others are much too (C7) clear         
I'm just (F) livin' in the sunshine     
Stay (C) contented most of the (Am) time        
Yeah, (D7) listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis                             
Sing me their Texas (G) rhymes (G7)  
 
Now (C) most of the people who retire in Florida  
Are (G) wrinkled and they lean on a crutch 
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys 
I (C) hate those bastards so much 
I wish a (F) summer squall would blow them  
All the (C) way up to fantasy (Am) land 
Yeah, they're (D7) ugly and square, they don't belong here 
They looked a (G) lot better as beer (C) cans 
 
Yeah and (Am) that's why it's still a mystery to me                  
Why (G) some people live like they do        
So (Am) many nice things happenin' out there             
They (D7) never even seen the (G) clues                                
Oh, but we're (F) doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme         
I (C) know we been doin' our (Am) part             
Got a (F) Caribbean soul I can (C) barely control                 
And some (G) Texas hidden here in my (Am) heart (C) 
 
Well, now I might have joined the Merchant Marine  
If I hadn't learned how to sing 
And on top of all that I got married too early 
'Cost me much more than a ring 
But now those crazy days are over  
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you've done 
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around 
Figured out it's time to have a little fun 
 
Yeah and (Am) that's why it's still a mystery to me                  
Why (G) some people live like they do        
So (Am) many nice things happenin' out there             
They (D7) never even seen the (G) clues                                
Oh, but we're (F) doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme         
I (C) know we been doin' our (Am) part             
Got a (F) Caribbean soul I can (C) barely control                 
And some (G) Texas hidden here in my (Am) heart (C) 
       
Well, now if I ever live to be an old man 
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique 
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit 
And an African parakeet 
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder 
And open up my trusty old mind 
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss 
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine 
 
Yeah and (Am) that's why it's still a mystery to me                  
Why (G) some people live like they do        
So (Am) many nice things happenin' out there             
They (D7) never even seen the (G) clues                                
Oh, but we're (F) doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme         
I (C) know we been doin' our (Am) part             
Got a (F) Caribbean soul I can (C) barely control                 
And some (G) Texas hidden here in my (Am) heart (C)

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