Texty:
Buffett Jimmy Live In Anguilla

Old pirates, yes, they rob I; Sold I to the merchant ships, Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong By the 'and

Got out of town on a boat goin' to southern islands. Sailing a reach before a followin' sea. She was makin' for the trades on the outside, And the downhill

I took off for a weekend last month Just to try and recall the whole year. All of the faces and all of the places, wonderin' where they all disappeared

[Chorus:] When Salome plays the drum The crowd goes deaf and dumb Swept up by dark sensations Partially the heat More so it's the beat She moves in

[1st verse:] Grapefruit Bathing suit Chew a little Juicy Fruit Wash away the night Drive-in Guzzle gin Commit a little mortal sin It's good for the

Walkin' down new streets the music is loud Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore 'Cause they don't dance

Walking around the room singing Stormy weather at 57 Mount Pleasant Street Well its the same room but everything's different You can fight the sleep

My father always said that there's no free ride You've got to make a sacrifice With so many Prophets on the Lord's side Even your soul has got a price

Halloween in Tijuana Full moon in my eyes I wonder how in the hell I got here Without a disguise Should I take this last step or turn myself around