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D
Nibbling on spongecake, Watching the sun bake,
A
All of these tourists covered with oil.
Strumming my six string, on my front porch swing.
D
Smell of shrimp is beginning to boil.
G A D D7
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
G A D D7
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
G A D A G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
A D
But I know, its nobody's fault.
D
Don't know the reason, I stayed here all season.
A
Nothing to show but this brand new tatoo.
But its a real beauty, a Mexican cutie.
D
How it got here I haven't a clue.
G A D D7
Wasting away again in Margaritaville.
G A D D7
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
G A D A G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame.
A D
But I know, It could my fault.
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 a blender,and soon it'll render
D
That frozen concotion that helps me hang on
G A D D7
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
G A D D7
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
G A D A G
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
A D
But I know, its my own damn fault
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