Jimmy Buffett He Went To Paris (ver 3) chords

He Went To Paris (ver 3) by Jimmy Buffett

Capo 1

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He went to Paris lookin' for answers to questions that bothered him so.
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He was impressive, young and aggressive, savin' the world on his own.
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But the warm summer breezes, the French wine and cheeses put his ambition at bay
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The summers and winters scattered like splinters
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And four or five years slipped away.


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Then he went to England, played the piano, and married an Actress named Kim.
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They had a fine life, she was a good wife and bore him a young son named Jim.
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And all of the answers and all of the questions he locked in his attic one day
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'Cause he liked the quiet clean county livin'
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And twenty more years slipped away.


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Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady, and left him with only one eye.
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His body was battered, his whole world was shattered, and all he could do was just cry.
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While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin' answers he never found.
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So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
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And left England without a sound.


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Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's and drinks his Green Label each day.
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Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin', but he don't care what people say.
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Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion, if he likes you he'll smile, and he'll say
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"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic,
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But I had a good life all the way."


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He went to Paris lookin' for answers to questions that bothered him so.