Guitar chords Margaritaville

Key:  C

                                
C
 
                                Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake
                                                                                                    
G
 
                                All of those tourist covered with oil
                                Strummin' my six string, on my front porch swing
                                                                                                                
C
 
                                Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil
                                
F
              
G
                                
C
                      
G
 
                CHORUS: Wastin' away again in Margarita-ville
                                
F
                              
G
                          
C
          
G
 
                                Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
                                
F
                    
G
                                      
C
 
G
          
F
 
                                Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
                                            
G
                                  
C
 
                                But I know it's nobody's fault
                                
C
 
                                I don't know the reason, I stayed here all season
                                                                                                      
G
 
                                Nothin' to show but this brand new tatoo
                                But it's a real beautie, a Mexican cutie
                                                                                                
C
 
                                But how it got here I haven't a clue
                                CHORUS
                                
C
 
                                I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top
                                                                                                    
G
 
                                Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
                                But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render
                                                                                                                  
C
 
                                That frozen concotion that helps me hang on
                                CHORUS
                                
F
                    
G
                                  
C
 
G
          
F
 
                                Some people say that there's a woman to blame
                                            
G
                                        
C
 
                                But I know it's my own damn fault