Margaritaville (ver. 3)

	  		
 
                  C  
		Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake  
		                                  G  
		All of those tourists covered with oil,  
		  
		Strummin' my six-string on my front porch swing?  
		                                        C  
		Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.  
  
		F        G                 C            G  
	        Wasted away again in Margaritaville,  
		F                G              C      G  
		Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.  
		F           G                    C G      F  
		Some people claim that there's a woman to blame  
		      G                  C  
		But I know it's nobody's fault.  
  
		C  
		I don't know the reason I stayed here all season,  
		                                   G  
		Nothin' to show but this brand new tatoo,  
		  
		But it's a real beautie, a Mexican cutie.  
		                                C  
		But how it got here I haven't a clue.  
  
  
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		C  
		I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top,  
		                                  G  
		Cut my heel had to cruise on back home,  
		  
		But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render  
		                                         C  
		That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.  
  
  
		(CHORUS)  
  
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                 F           G                  C G      F  
		Some people say that there's a woman to blame  
		      G                     C  
		But I know it's my own damn fault.