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From: Mike Hall UCNS Aderhold Hall <mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu>
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Subject: song -TryingToReasonWithHurricaneSeason- Jimmy Buffett
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Date: Tue, 9 Mar 93 17:25:10 EST
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This one is published in the book "The Songs of Jimmy Buffett"
CPP/Belwin Inc., 1978.  Enjoy.
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//   Mike A. Hall           // "If I don't die by Thursday,    //
//   mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu  //  I'll be roarin' Friday night." //
//                          //                 --J.Buffett     //
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Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
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[Words and Music by Jimmy Buffett, (c) 1974 Duchess Music Corp.]

 D                               G                       D
Squalls out on the gulf stream,  big storms comin' soon.
    G                 D      E7                          A7
I passed out in my hammock,  God, I slept 'till way past noon.
G                       D    
Stood up and tried to focus,  
                                    C   G   A
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far.
  G                           D
I knew I could use a Bloody Mary,  
      A7                       D 
so I stumbled next door to the bar. 

Chorus:
     D          Bm                    F#m
     And now I must confess,   I could use some rest.
     G                  A7          D
     I can't run at this pace very long.
              Bm                         F#m
     Yes it's quite insane,   I think it hurts my brain.
             G                     A7         D
     But it cleans me out   and then I can go on.

2.
There's something about this Sunday, it's a most peculiar gray.
Strolling down the avenue   that's known as A1A.
I was feeling tired, then I got inspired.
And I knew that it wouldn't last long.
So all alone I walked back home, sat on my beach
and then I made up this song.
(repeat chorus)

3.
Well, the wind is blowin' harder now,  fifty knots or there abouts.
There's white caps on the ocean, and I'm watchin' for waterspouts.
It's time to close the shutters,  it's time to go inside.
In a week I'll be in gay Paris;  
Well that's a mighty long airplane ride.
(repeat chorus and fade)
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Chord diagrams:
Bm - |xxo432|    F#m - |xx4222|   A7 - |xo2o2o|   E7 - |o2o1oo|