Jimmy Buffett — Life Is Just A Tire Swing Chords

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Subject: song —"LifeIsJustATireSwing.crd" — Jimmy_Buffett
To: jamesb@animal—farm.nevada.edu
Date: Fri, 2 Apr 93 10:34:05 EST
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Life Is Just A Tire Swing
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[Words and Music by Jimmy Buffett (c) 1974]
Intro:   Bm

 G             A     D
I remember the smell of the creosote plant,
      E           F#m    Gdim   E7      A        Bm        Cdim  A
when we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt.
G               A         D
They lived in a big house  Antebellum style,
        G          D               G      D
and the wind would blow across the old bayou,
    A                       D
and I was a tranquil little child.

Chorus:
     D                Bm
     Life was just a tire swing.
                        G             D
     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
     G                    D
     Black—berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
           G            D           A
     and I never knew a thing about pain;
                     Bm
     Life was just a tire swing.

2.
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp;
yeah, me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp.
And in a few days Baxter went home, and he left me by myself.
And I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way,
and I could get along without any help.
(2nd chorus)
     Life was just a tire swing.
     'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.
     Chasin' after sparrows with rubber—tipped arrows,
     knowin' I could never hurt a thing,
     and life was just a tire swing.
(then continue)

Bm       G                 F#m              Em           D
And I've never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola.
   G                    F#m                   E7        A
My only contact with the outside world was an R.C.A. Victrola.
    Bm                                   A
And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars,
    E7
and who would've figured twenty years later
       A                 E7              F#m7
I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars.
                Bm
Life was just a tire swing.

3.
Then the other morning on some Illinois road
I fell asleep at the wheel,
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole,
and a bunch of Grant Wood faces screaming 'Is he still alive?',
But through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree,
and I knew that I had survived.
(3rd chorus)
     Life was just a tire swing.
     'Jambalaya's still the best song that I sing.
     Black—berry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,
     and I finally learned a lot about pain,
     'cause life is just a tire swing.
     Life was just a tire swing.
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Chord chart:
F#m — |xx3222|  F#m7 — |xx2222|  Gdim — |xx2323|  E7 — |o2o1oo|
 Bm — |xxo432|  Cdim — |xx1212|  Em7  — |o2oooo|  Em — |o22ooo|

[This song is published in the book "The Songs of Jimmy Buffett"
 by CPP/Belwin Music Company.]