Coastal Confessions

Jimmy Buffett

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    Well I'm a tidal pool explorer
    From the days of my misspent youth.
    I believe that down on the beach
    Where the sea gulls preach
    Is where the Chinese buried the truth.

    So I dig in the sand
    with my misguided hands
    and if I dig deep enough
    Hell I just might dig it up.
    Talking about treasure
    Talking about pleasure
    Talking about love

    Now I'm a reader of the night sky
    And a singer of inordinate tunes.
    That's how I float across time
    Living way past my prime
    Like a long lost baby's balloon.

    So I hang on to the string
    Work that whole gravity thing
    But when my space ship goes pop
    Back to the earth I will drop
    Into the sea
    Or the limbs of a tree
    Or the wings of my love

    And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
    Maybe invent me a story or two
    I've got coastal confessions to make
    How bout you
    How bout you

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    They say that time is like a river
    And stories are the key to the past
    But now I'm stuck in between
    Here at my typing machine
    Trying to come up with some words that will last.

    It's so easy to see that we live history
    And if I just find the beat
    I know I land on my feet
    I always do
    Hadn't got a clue
    Does it comes from above.

    And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
    Maybe invent me a story or two
    I've got coastal confessions to make
    How bout you
    How bout you

    Let's go to church, Sonny...

    (Bridge)

    So bless me father, yes I have sinned.
    Given the chance I'll probably do it again
    I don't need absolution
    Just a simple solution will do.

    So let's talk about the future
    Or the consequences of my past
    I've got scars, I've got lines
    I'm not hard to define
    Just an altar boy coverin' his ass.

    I know I can't run and hide
    But just hang on for the ride
    There will be laughter and tears
    As we progress through the years
    But still it's fun
    Hey I'm not done
    Gonna dance 'til I fall

    And I don't know what I'm supposed to do
    Maybe have me a boat drink or two
    It's just the coastal confessions I hear
    Tell the truth
    Tell the truth
    I've got some coastal confessions to make
    How 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you, how 'bout you
    And you, and you, and you
    42 years since my last confession
    Well father, do you have the rest of the week?
    Let's get started
    I had impure thoughts
    I smoked some pot
    Stole some peanut butter
    Father, wake up.

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    Composition: James William Buffett

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