Bar Stools and Beach Chairs Lyrics

BAR STOOLS AND BEACH CHAIRS
© 1999 by Jim Morris

I usually come here by water but today I drove down from Mobile
Pirate’s cove is a hidden oasis, a break from the daily ordeal
I doze in a chair by the water, my feet stuck in Perdido bay
But I’ve got a show in New Orleans, so I’ve got to get back on my way

Bar stools and beach chairs and waking up somewhere
With the sun shining hot in your face
The roar of the crowd singing out loud
Memories you can never erase
Driving the back roads, sleeping in rest stops, and paying all of the dues
A pretty girl yells a request and you hate to refuse
I might sing you a love song, but I don’t do the blues

In the Hill Country west of Bandera, the sun peaks its head in the sky
Camped by the banks of a river, watching the water flow by
We drove in last night from Del Rio on a magical October night
The Harvest moon shining so clearly I could drive without using my lights

Bar stools and beach chairs and waking up somewhere
With the sun shining hot in your face
The roar of the crowd singing out loud
Memories you can never erase
Driving the back roads, sleeping in rest stops, and paying all of the dues
A pretty girl yells a request and you hate to refuse
I’ll do some Jerry Jeff Walker but I don’t do the blues

Cayo Costa is quiet this morning, so good to be back on my turf
I walk through the sand, fly rod in hand, searching for snook in the surf
By night I play on a bar stool, by day in a chair by the shore
I’m living a dream with two happy extremes. I can’t ask for anything more.

Bar stools and beach chairs and waking up somewhere
With the sun shining hot in your face
The roar of the crowd singing out loud
Memories you can never erase
Driving the back road, sleeping in rest stops, and paying all of the dues
A pretty girl yells a request and you hate to refuse
But I never do Elvis and I don’t do the blues
Yeah I don’t do the blues
Well I once sang "Blue Christmas," but I don’t sing the blues

WHISKEY DRINKING MADMAN
© 1994 by Jim Morris

I made my way down to Cool Man Henry’s Jazz House Outback
Standing in the corner, looking for a place to attack
I made my way through the smoke and the noise to get a better view
I saw that Whiskey Drinking Madman and you.

The moon wandered soft through the oak trees; the night wore a dreamy disguise
Some lady tried to get my attention, but I was focused on your sultry blue eyes
Please forgive my obsession, but what else could I do
I saw that Whiskey Drinking Madman and you

Bridge:
We find ourselves in such a foolish circumstance
You said take my in your arms and lead me through one steamy slow dance
I saw that blaze in your eyes and I could feel it burn
But you said you must leave me now and you must never return

I lay embraced by the darkness, disturbed by the whole episode
Two lovers in a car with the top down in the woods down on Spaniards Road
Her sounds were awfully familiar, but her face escaped my view
It’s just that Whiskey Drinking Madman and you
It’s just that Whiskey Drinking Madman and you
It’s just that Whiskey Drinking Madman and you

THE WRITER GUY
© 1999 by Jim Morris

Nancy’s the girl who lives upstairs
The sensual kind, wild-eyed and beautiful
She calls me the writer guy whenever she sees me
It races my heart but mostly just leaves me

Bridge:
Living in dreams and walking on air
When I hear the footsteps climbing the stairs
I hear the laughter and I hear the screams
I hear the sounds and I know what it means

Hey Nancy, take it easy tonight
I’m behind in my work
And I’m trying to write
Oh Nancy, take it easy on me
Take it easy on the writer guy
Living below ya

I’ll try to be cool when I see her again
But she owns the hearts of so many men
They come and they go in a steady stream
But what I hear most are the sounds in between

Then I’m living in dreams and walking on air
When I hear the footsteps climbing the stairs
I hear the laughter and I hear the screams
I hear the sounds and I know what it means

Hey Nancy, take it easy tonight
I’m behind in my work
And I’m trying to write
Oh Nancy, take it easy on me
Take it easy on the writer guy
Living below ya

Repeat Bridge and Chorus

THAT’S WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU
© 1999 by Jim Morris

Fly fishing morning, Pine Island Sound
The water’s so shallow and clear
They’re bumper to bumper up in Boca Grande Pass
Oh the tarpon are finally here

Wading the flats with the sun at my back
Frigate birds hang in the air
I choose this morning just to spend it alone
Oh these moments becoming so rare

Chorus:
That’s when I think about you
I just sit back and take in the view
Not much bothering me these days
My troubles and worries are few
That’s when I think about you.

The backcountry takes me away from the crowds
So perfect for clearing my mind
It doesn’t take long before I’m humming a song
Leaving distractions behind

Pelicans diving, crashing on bait
And pretty soon the dolphins arrive
I pole down a shoreline and hear a snook pop
Oh the mangroves are coming alive

Repeat Chorus

Time on the water, time all alone
Wading the flats, away from the phone
The songs that I wrote while out on my boat
Still ring so true to me

Fly fishing morning, Pine Island Sound
Everything’s so perfectly clear
When I need a morning just to spend it alone
You can find me right here

The tides come and go and the day eases by
And pretty soon I’m headed back in
I take one last look then I wave a good-by
I can’t wait to do it again

Repeat Chorus

RUNNING FROM A WOMAN
© 1999 by Jim Morris

He walks into the room and people notice.
He quietly drinks his beer
He’s evasive, quite abrasive
He won’t let you near

You ask for answers cause you want to know
He’s not your business, and he’ll tell you so
Cause he’s running from a woman
And he’s got so far to go
He ain’t a bad man
He’s a sad man.

He thinks he’s better off alone
While he attends to his scars
But what’s the point in hiding
No matter where you go, hell, there you are

He’s learned a lesson that’s so hard to teach
Hopped a flight down to Captiva, woke up on the beach
Cause he’s running from a woman
And he’s so hard to reach
He ain’t a bad man
He’s a sad man

He can’t help it he’s got no options anyway
Could leave this morning and never be missed
He’ll keep running till the feeling has gone away
It’s all that he knows
He’s got so far to go
He’s a man of the shadows
And he’s always alone

Staring out at some memory
His face cold as stone
He’s learned a lesson that’s so hard to teach
Hopped a flight down to Captiva, woke up on the beach
Cause he’s running from a woman
And he’s so hard to reach
He ain’t a bad man
He’s a sad man

MARDI GRAS
© 1999 by Jim Morris

Me and my friends went down to the Mardi Gras
Stayed up all night, got drunk at Johnny White’s
And hit on every girl we saw
Turned the Quarter upside down
Hit every parade in town
Oh, mister won’t you throw me something at the Mardi Gras

Went uptown down St Charles Avenue
Had some etouffee, a little Beaujolais
And a beer at Tipitina’s too
Checked out the Audubon Zoo
Saw the Neville Brothers too
And they all asked for you at the Mardi Gras

Danced in the street and watched all the people strut
Got high on the moon, and caught some doubloons
And a Zulu coconut
A pretty lady said she would
Show us all something good
Everybody’s getting crazy at the Mardi Gras

Me and my friends went down to the Mardi Gras
Stayed up all night, got drunk at Johnny White’s
And hit on every girl we saw
Turned the Quarter upside down
Hit every parade in town
Oh mister won’t you throw me something at the Mardi Gras

The pretty lady said she would
Show us all something good
Everybody’s getting crazy at the Mardi Gras
Yeah, mister won’t you throw me something at the Mardi Gras

MONTANA MOON
© 1978 by Jim Morris

He finished school and headed west
Left the girl that he loved best
Just needed a chance to take a look around
He had some stories that needed writing down
But he passed that way too soon
Saw that Montana Moon rising from the ground
From the hills outside of town

Months passed by and his long term dreams
Got tangled up with the mountain streams
But he told that girl he’d be coming back
He just needed a chance to get his life on track
But he passed that way too soon
Saw that Montana Moon and built himself a shack
Now he ain’t coming back

BRIDGE:
And when he’s drinking he thinks about the choices he made long ago
Was the sacrifice worth what he came to find
What has he been missing roaming ‘round these hills
It’s the road less traveled and he’ll choose it every time

Soon got settled in his mountain ways
Lost track of time, years passed like days
Now you can find him drinking in a Whitefish bar
He’ll tell you all the stories and show you all the scars
But don’t pass that way too soon
Cause that Montana Moon won’t let you go too far
Like the man in the Whitefish bar
Won’t let you go too far
Like the man in the Whitefish bar

ISLAND DAZE
© 1999 by Jim Morris

Her therapist says she needs to get away
A place hard to reach with a long stretch of beach
The perfect hideaway
She’s not the kind to relax or just lay in the sun
When the plane touches down she glances around
And simply comes undone

Now everywhere she looks is like a picture from a magazine
Prettiest water she’s ever seen
A lovely shade of margarita green
Strolling along to the beat of the song that the man with the guitar plays
I bet she stays, she’s got that island daze
Yeah, I bet she stays she’s lost in that island daze

A tired businessman waits for his flight
The attendant explains they’re deicing the plane
We’ll leave some time tonight
Across the room he sees the Air Jamaica gate
He says don’t wait for me cause I think I might be
Just a few weeks late

Now everywhere he looks is like a picture from a magazine
Prettiest water he’s ever seen
The perfect shade of margarita green
Walking along humming the song that the man with the steel drum plays
I bet he stays he’s got that island daze
Yeah, I bet he stays, he’s lost in that island daze

It’s the feeling you get when you’re on Island time
It affects what you think and how much you drink
It will change your mind
So when you’re blown off course don’t drift too far
Come and join me, you see, I’ll be the man at the end of the bar

Now everywhere they look is like a picture from a magazine
Prettiest water they’ve ever seen
The perfect shade of margarita green
Singing a tune to the tropical moon
Making love to the sound of the waves
I bet they stay lost in the island daze
Yeah I bet they stay they’ve got that island daze

Now everywhere I look is like a picture from a magazine
Prettiest water I’ve ever seen
The perfect shade of margarita green
I bet I could be a bartender
I wonder how much it pays
I bet I stay, I’m lost in that island daze
Yeah I’m gonna stay lost in that island daze.

CAMP STREET WINOS
© 1984 by Jim Morris

I met him standing in line on Camp Street
A most remarkable guy
He looked like ninety-one years of hard living
Had a black patch over his eye

Just passing through on his way to Jamaica
His boat was tied up in port
Out of his mind, days behind time
He needed to get a new quart

He needs wine
Yeah my buddy needs wine
He’s running way behind time
He lives in the street, ain’t got nothing to eat
He needs a big bottle of wine

His partner was hiding from Castro
Trying to get back to Brazil
He had women, lots of women, waiting in Rio
I bet they’re waiting there still

Referred to themselves as a pair of banditos
They’d run guns from Spain to Peru
Their war, I could tell, didn’t pay very well
But pals here’s looking at you

You need wine
Yeah my buddies need wine
They’re running way behind time
They live in the street, ain’t got nothing to eat
But they need a big bottle of wine

I bought ‘em some breakfast at the Hummingbird Cafe
And gave them a couple of bucks
You never can tell I might need some banditos
If I ever get down on my luck

And need wine
Yeah my buddies need wine
They’re running way behind time
They live in the street, ain’t got nothing to eat
No shoes on their feet, but hey ain’t life sweet
When you’ve got a bottle of wine
Yeah my buddies need wine.

PALM TREE FARM
© 1999 by Jim Morris

Oh the night roared by so quickly, then the morning came and went
I met this Jersey girl named Susan, so I missed your big event
So I’m writing you this letter, and I’m sending you this tune
So your mailbox won’t be empty, when you return from your honeymoon

It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, but it feels like yesterday
That’s the way it been for you and I
Life is filled with maintenance, and I get so far behind
It may be hard to swallow, but you’re often on my mind

And me, I’m just as crazy, though that’s subject to dispute
I gave up on the mainstream and chose the scenic route
I still verify the sunsets, and I’ve kept my southern charm
I’m down here on Pine Island, and I’m working at the palm tree farm

The palm tree life sure suits me, it’s the only way to go
Plant a seed, lay back and watch ‘em grow
There’s something about those happy fronds waving in the breeze
Makes living seem so simple, and it puts my mind at ease

So long, my friend, take care, you know I’ll see you in a while
Try to pick the good ones and don’t forget your smile
I’m sorry I missed your wedding, but let there be no doubt
I swear I’ll be there next time if the first one don’t work out

The best friends are the ones who let you travel your own way
Years go by but it seems like yesterday
Life is filled with maintenance until the day you die
Don’t let the details bog you down or life will pass you by

It’s been so long since I’ve seen you but it feels like yesterday
That’s the way it’s always been for you and I
And if you ever need me, you’ll find me safe and warm
I’m down here on Pine Island and I’m working an the palm tree farm
You can find me on Pine Island working at the palm tree farm

Heard the news about Charlie
I’m awful sad to say
He died in a blender accident making frozen drinks one day
They say that his last words were
I think we need more booze
A batch of margaritas is so very hard to lose

And here’s to you Charlie
Here’s a toast from all the guys
I guess those blender blades were quite a big surprise
Everybody thought that you drank too much, you see
And your untimely passing just leaves more for me

Now Billy was a simple man, his dreams just out of reach
Till he found a trash bag full of hundreds floating off the beach
So he resigned from Tire Kingdom and loaded up his van
Got some maps from AAA and took the cash and ran

And here’s to the cocaine cowboy with the chainsaw at his throat
Trying to explain why the loot was set afloat
I always thought those smugglers drank too much you see
His untimely passing just leaves more for me

Fred was in a bar fight not that long ago
Woke up in a Dumpster out in Boise, Idaho
He had satanic symbols tattooed on his head
But old Fred didn’t care, he’s just glad he wasn’t dead

And here’s to you Fred
You thought you had survived
Until that gang came back with blackjacks, guns, and knives
Everybody thought that you drank too much you see
But your untimely passing has just left more for me

So let’s raise a glass and drink to all the guys
Let’s celebrate their lives and their unfortunate demise
Everybody thought that they drank too much you see
But their untimely passing leaves more for you and me
Yeah, their untimely passing leaves more for you and me.

I think I just fell victim
To some New Year’s resolutions
Chalk it up to some chances that I’ve blown
Habits run in cycles
And I’ll be making myself a big comeback
But right now it looks like I’ll be spending some time alone

CHORUS:
And you say I make you so ticked off
That you don’t know what to do
You say I lack commitment
Well, that’s just your opinion too
I may not have direction
I can’t tell you when or where
Cause if you don’t know where you’re going
Any road will take you there
If you don’t know where you’re going
Any road will take you there

REPEAT CHORUS

Sometimes I think I stand for
Everything that you won’t stand for
It breaks my heart to be so misunderstood
Right now I’d say I’m losing
While all those losers, hell, they keep on winning
My stock’s sure taken a plunge in the neighborhood

REPEAT CHORUS

It went down so easy
Man, it wasn’t even greasy
I hope it’s gonna stay

Tuna colada
Tuna colada
The king of the frozen drink
Tuna colada

I know this little tiki bar
Down St Lucia way
They make a thousand batches everyday

Tuna colada
Tuna colada
The king of the frozen drink
Tuna colada

BRIDGE:
Now you take some coconut and you chop it up fine
Some fresh pineapple gonna blow your mind
Callwoods rum always works for me
And a six ounce can of Chicken of the Sea

Tuna colada
Tuna colada
The king of the frozen drink
Tuna colada

Now when the sex is steamy
And you’re drowning in your sweat
And you need a tall drink to cool you down

Tuna colada
Tuna colada
The king of the frozen drink
Tuna colada

REPEAT BRIDGE AND CHORUS

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