So long Jimmy.... A sad day indeed.
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unkown1961
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I always thought the late 70s were a great time to go to college because Jimmy Buffett was hitting his stride in the music we college kids had was fantastic. The New York Times had a really interesting obituary. I never knew it was Jerry Jeff Walker who led Jimmy Buffett to Key West. They were traveling together and a show in Miami was canceled (maybe a few too much drugs and alcohol… 
) and Jerry Jeff suggested to Buffett to go check out Key West. The rest is history.
) and Jerry Jeff suggested to Buffett to go check out Key West. The rest is history.
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Oh no. Too soon.
I saw him in concert just once, in Providence, when he had just hit it big. It was the middle of winter at Navy OCS in Newport, RI, and a bunch of us had put in a chit to go as a squad outing and get back after liberty expiration on Friday. Had to be sat in all areas. Unbelievably, the chit was approved, the prior enlisted organized cars and off we went. Nasty rainy freezing raw cold outside, palm trees and Margaritaville inside. It was good clean fun. We all sang along.
My favorite song of his. Live performance just last February in Key West. Shout-outs to NAS Key West and Navy, noted the Navy veterans in his family.
Apparently he became ill in May.
Sail on, Jimmy. Happy sunsets.
Son of a son of a Sailor
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles
Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border
And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus
Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
I saw him in concert just once, in Providence, when he had just hit it big. It was the middle of winter at Navy OCS in Newport, RI, and a bunch of us had put in a chit to go as a squad outing and get back after liberty expiration on Friday. Had to be sat in all areas. Unbelievably, the chit was approved, the prior enlisted organized cars and off we went. Nasty rainy freezing raw cold outside, palm trees and Margaritaville inside. It was good clean fun. We all sang along.
My favorite song of his. Live performance just last February in Key West. Shout-outs to NAS Key West and Navy, noted the Navy veterans in his family.
Apparently he became ill in May.
Sail on, Jimmy. Happy sunsets.
Son of a son of a Sailor
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding the view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I learned much from both of their styles
Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
Now away in the near future
Southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border
And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat, and cinnamon sweet
And the rum is for all your good vices
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus
Where it all ends I can't fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
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AF6872
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RIP Jimmy: The Gulf Shore area does have some magic that you always remember. I never saw the Flash of Green over the Gulf but I bet Jimmy did.
"Some of it's magic and some of it's trsgic, but I had a good life all the way." Hope I can say the same. Sunset and Evening Star and one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the Bar When I put out to Sea. Respect to Tenneyson but I think he would not mind.
"Some of it's magic and some of it's trsgic, but I had a good life all the way." Hope I can say the same. Sunset and Evening Star and one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the Bar When I put out to Sea. Respect to Tenneyson but I think he would not mind.
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