Charlottesville
March 1, 2022
Buffett’s voice was never a match for Chesney’s. But it is fun to hear them sing an old Buffett tune.
Squalls out on the gulf stream Big storm commin' soon Passed out in my hammock God, I slept till way past noon Stood up and tried to focus I hoped I wouldn't have to move far Sure could use a bloody mary So I stumbled over to Loui's back yard
And now I must confess I could use some rest I can't run at this pace very long Yes it's quite insane Think I hurt my brain But it cleans me out, then I can go on
There's somthing 'bout this Sunday It's the most peculiar gray Strollin' down the avenue that's known as A1A Feelin tired, then I got inspired I knew it wouldn't last long So all alone I walked back home Sat on the beach and there I made up this song
And now I must confess I could use some rest I can't run at this pace very long Yes it's quite insane Think I hurt my brain But it cleans me out, then I can go on
Well the wind is blowin' harder now Fifty knots or there abouts There's white caps on the ocean And I'm watchin' for water spouts It's time to close the shutters It's time to go inside In a week I'll be in gay par-ey Hell that's a mighty long airplane ride
And now I must confess I could use some rest I can't run at this pace very long Yes it's quite insane Think I hurt my brain But it cleans me out, then I can go on
Yes it cleans me out, then I can go on