[Intro]
B
[Verse]
B
Nibblin on sponge cake, watchin the sun bake,
F#
all of those tourist covered with oil.
Strummin my six string, on my front porch swing,
B
smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil.
[Chorus]
E F# B E
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
F# B E
searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
F# B F# E
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
F# B
but I know, it's nobody's fault.
[Verse]
(
B)
Don't know the reason, I stayed here all season.
F#
Nothin to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie,
B
how it got here I haven't a clue.
[Chorus]
E F# B E
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
F# B E
searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
F# B F# E
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
F# B
now I think, hell it could by my fault.
[Solo]
B B B B F# F#
E F# B F# E
F# B
[Verse]
(
B)
I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top,
F#
cut my heel had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render,
B
that frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
[Chorus]
E F# B E
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
F# B E
searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
F# B F# E
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
F# B E
and I know, it's my own damn fault.
F# B F# E
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
F# B B
and I know, it's my own damn fault.
[Intro]
B
[Verse]
B
Nibblin on sponge cake,
watchin the sun bake,
all of those tourist
F#
covered with oil.
Strummin my six string, on my front porch swing,
smell those shrimp they're
B
beginnin' to boil.
[Chorus]
G
F# B E
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
F# searchin for my
B E
lost shaker of salt.
F# Some people claim that
B F# E
there's a woman to blame,
F# B
but I know, it's nobody's fault.
[Verse]
(
B)
Don't know the reason,
I stayed here all season.
Nothin to show but
F#
this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie,
B
how it got here I haven't a clue.
[Chorus]
G
F# B E
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
F# searchin for my
B E
lost shaker of salt.
F# Some people claim that
B F# E
there's a woman to blame,
F# now I think, hell
B
it could by my fault.
[Solo]
B B B B F# F#
E F# B F# E
F# B
[Verse]
(
B)
I blew out my flip flop,
stepped on a pop top,
cut my heel had to
F#
cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render,
that frozen concoction
B
that helps me hang on.
[Chorus]
G
F# B E
Wastin away again in Margaritaville,
F# searchin for my
B E
lost shaker of salt.
F# Some people claim that
B F# E
there's a woman to blame,
F# and I know, it's
B E
my own damn fault.
F# Some people claim that
B F# E
there's a woman to blame,
F# and I know, it's
B B
my own damn fault.