Life is Just a Tire Swing
Jimmy Buffett

				(Carter Style)
	
Verse 1:

G              A      D
I remember the smell, of the creosote plant
     E            F#m    E7     E7      A        Bm         A
When we’d have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt
G               A         D      
They lived in a big house, Antebellum style
        G          D               G      D
And the wind would blow across the old bayou
     A                       D
When I was a tranquil little child

	Chorus:
	D                Bm
	Life was just a tire swing
                         G              D
	Jambalaya was the only song I could sing
        G                   D
	Blackberry picking, eatin’ fried chicken
           G                        A
	And I never knew a thing about pain,
                      Bm
	Life was just a tire swing


Verse 2:

G                A        D	
In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp
     E        F#m     E7     E7     A        Bm      A
Yeah me and my cousin Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp
    G              A                       D
And in a few days, Baxter went home and he left me by myself
       G             D            G           D
And I knew that I’d stay, it was better that way
             A                     D
And I could get along without any help

	2nd Chorus
	Life was just a tire swing
	Jambalaya was the only song I could sing
	Chasin’ after sparrows with rubber tipped arrows
	Knowing I could never hurt a thing
	And life was just a tire swing.


	Bridge
Bm       G                 F#m              Em           D
And I’ve never been west of New Orleans nor east of Pensacola
   G                    F#m                   E7     A
My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola
    Bm                                    A
And Elvis would sing and then I’d dream about expensive cars
    E7
And who would’ve figured twenty years later 
       A                 E7             F#m7
I’d be rubbing shoulders with the stars,
                Bm
Life was just a tire swing


Verse 3:

G              A              D
Then the other morning on some Illinois road
        E            F#m           E7              E7      A
I fell asleep at the wheel but was quickly wakened up by a Ma 
            Bm         A
       Bell telephone pole,
G                         A               D
And a bunch of Grant wood faces screaming is he still alive?
                G              D      G              D
But through the window I could see it hanging from a tree
      A                  D
And I knew that I had survived

	3rd Chorus

	Life was just a tire swing
	Jambalaya’s still the, best song I can sing
	Blackberry pickin’, eatin’ fried chicken 
	But I finally learned a thing about pain
	‘Cause life is just a tire swing.