Текст песни Jimmy Buffett - Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season
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By: jimmy buffett1974Squalls out on the gulf streamBig storms comin soonI passed out in my hammockAnd God I slept til way past noonStood up and tried to focusI hoped I wouldnt have to look farI knew I could use a bloody marySo I stumbled next door to the barChorus:And now I must confess, I could use some restI cant run at this pace very longYes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brainBut it cleans me out and then I can go onTheres somethin about this sundayIts a most peculiar grayStrollin down the avenue thats known as a1aFeelin tired, then I got inspiredI knew that it wouldnt last longSo all alone I walked back homeSat on my beach and then I made up this songChorus:And now I must confess, I could use some restI cant run at this pace very longYes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brainBut then it cleans me out and then I can go onWell the wind is blowin harder nowFifty knots or thereaboutsTheres white caps on the oceanAnd Im watchin for waterspoutsIts time to close the shuttersIts time to go insideIn a week Ill be in gay parisThats a mighty long airplane rideChorus:And now I must confess, I could use some restI cant run at this pace very longYes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brainBut it cleans me out and then I can go onCoda:Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on