Cifras
Margaritaville New Verses

Tom: D

Introdução:

 D 
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
Watchin' the sun bake
                                                                         A 
All of those tourists covered with oil,
Strummin' my six-string
                                                                                           D 
Smell those shrimp, they're beginnin' to boil.
     G                 A               D 
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
   G                             A                           D 
Searching for my lost shaker of salt .
 G                       A                                     DA          G 
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
                                                             D 
But I know it?s nobody's fault.
 D 
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season,
                                                                               A 
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
                                                   D 
How it got here, I haven't a clue.
     G                 A               D 
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
   G                             A                           D 
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
 G                       A                                     DA          G 
Some people claim there's a woman to blame
                                                             D 
But I know, hell, it could be my fault.

 D 
Old men in tank tops
Cruising the gift shops,
                                                                       A 
Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore.
They dream about weight loss,
                                                                                 D 
Those three-day vacations become such a bore.
(Chorus)
   D 
Young men in Speedos
trollin? for bimbos ,
                                                                                         A 
Watchin? those beach girls all covered with oil.
Just wishin? in vain,
                                                                               D 
Eyein? those girls, with their coconut oil.
(Chorus)
   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 the blender
                                                                             D 
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
   G                 A               D 
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
   G                             A                           D 
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
   G                                                             DA            G 
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
                                                         D 
But I know it's my own damn fault.
   G                     A                                         DA        G 
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame ,
                                                 D 
But I know It's my own damn fault.