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