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Life Is Just A Tire Swing (Album Version) - Jimmy Buffett
I remember the smell
Of the creosote plant
When wed have to eat on easter
With my crazy old uncle and aunt
They lived in a big house
Antebellum style
Antebellum
And the winds would
Blow across the old bayou
And I was a tranquil little child
Life was just a tire swing
Jambalaya was the
Only song I could sing
Blackberry pickin
Eatin fried chicken
And I never knew a thing about pain
Life was just a tire swing
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
But I knew that i'd stay
It was better that way
And I could get along
Without any help
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
Life was just a tire swing
Tire swing
And I never been west of
New orleans or east of pensacola
My only contact with the outside
World was an rca victrola
And elvis would sing and then
I'd dream about expensive cars
And who wouldve figured
Twenty years later
I'd be rubbin shoulders with the stars
Life was just a tire swing
Then the other mornin
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 screamin is he still alive
Through the window
I could see it hangin from a tree
And I knew that I had survived
And life is still a tire swing
Jambalaya is the best song I can sing
Blackberry pickin
Eatin fried chicken
But I finally learned a lot about pain
Life is just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)
