Some Nights You Never Go Home

SOME NIGHTS YOU NEVER GO HOME

It’s a little far out but it’s always worth the jour- The candlelight falls faintly on the woman there ney And the secrets she keeps hidden in her room A little spot up the river where the real adventure Walls freshly painted clean begins In shades of blue and green That yellow billboard’s so familiar to me now With black and white photos of cold November The crowd starts growing scenes The place starts swinging The rain begins to fall and lies in puddles at her The beer starts flowing feet Everybody starts singing As she steps outside on Magazine Street Let’s all jump in the car Come on let’s go The streetlight casts a halo in the misty rain It’s a Nav-A-Gator afternoon And she walks quickly with a purpose all her own Sit back and enjoy the show She fails to meet the eye Of those who pass her by On Saturday afternoon the joint is humming Indifferent to their glances when they try They’ve got real live music and the show is al- A raspy saxophone plays Jobim so soft and sweet ways free As she makes her way down Magazine street I’ve played on that bar stool so many times myself The crowd starts growing The bar light casts a shadow on the corner booth The place starts swinging And the lady whispers softly to the man The beer starts flowing He will never match her skill Everybody starts singing And she will play the game until Let’s all jump on the boat She has made her choice and moves in for the kill Come on let’s go It’s a game she plays so well with every man she It’s a Nav-A-Gator afternoon meets Sit back and enjoy the show In those uptown bars on Magazine Street And the pleasures of the night make the day so If I’ve had me a better time I can’t remember bittersweet I’m gonna come right back cause tomorrow the In those uptown bars on Magazine Street beer is free Save me a chair cause I hope to see you there When the crowd starts growing The place starts swinging When Sunday Comes The beer starts flowing Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris Everybody starts singing He was one reluctant tourist down island way Let’s all jump on the boat He said I don’t want to be a part Come on let’s go Of that old worn out Island life cliché It’s a Nav-A-Gator afternoon Enough with the sand and the Keys Sit back and enjoy the show And the breeze through the coconut trees The water is blue but I am too So just let me be Then he threw his luggage down there in the dirt I’ve got to get myself together Then I saw him four days later in his new Hawai- I’ve been coasting for too long ian Shirt I’ve got a midnight buzz at 9 A.M. And he said And I’m feeling mighty strong I’ve got to get myself together Chorus And when I do beware What will I do when Sunday comes Captain Jack is coming back, I swear I don’t think that my work down here is done Will I get back on that plane and take my memo- I’m just working on my boat ries home And waiting for your call What will I do when Sunday comes I’m living the life of a writer But most days I don’t write at all He was rescued by some locals So I’m fishing for my living Who found him in the shade And waiting for the words They took him to a tiki bar But my Muse ain’t so amusing And offered him first aid It’s a voice I’ve seldom heard The rum drinks seemed to help And the women didn’t hurt Repeat Chorus Now he has a suitcase full of brand new flowered shirts The old pros laugh about me And they say I’ve lost my touch And all the women left him with a kiss I’d fish a whole lot better He said “My bar tab is too low If I drank about half as much I had a better time than this” And I’m so damn tired of people And he said And all the things they say I’ll move closer to bad weather Repeat Chorus And just live alone some day

A night of drinks and conversation A few good friends and me Captain Jack is Coming Back Life explored with old Doc Ford Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris And the gang at Cabbage Key Falling stars streaked across the night The wind is blowing thirty knots And slicing like a knife From the Northwest again Then daylight sneaked across the sky You know if I were a sailor And the world just came to life I swear there’d be no wind These cold fronts scare the tourists What a lovely morning And the fish sure disappear What a perfect day It’s hard to find a client Familiar scenes from El Jobean And I’d just soon find a beer Clear down to Matlacha All cross Charlotte Harbor CHORUS See the beauty everywhere There’s magic on the water And you start rolling the dice And music in the air Oh her friend is so nice

I stopped my boat and let it drift Some nights you play it so slickly And watched the world flow by And some nights you end up alone Mullet boats and crabbers floats Some nights are over so quickly And sails reached to the sky And some nights you never go home A tarpon broke the surface As I got underway I reached into my cooler It’s time to celebrate the day Sangria Wine Copyright Groper Music What a lovely morning All rights reserved. Used by Permission What a perfect day Familiar scenes from El Jobean When friends come for Saturday night Clear down to Matlacha We always make up some sangria wine All cross Charlotte Harbor It’s organic and it comes from the vine See the beauty everywhere It’s also legal and it gets you so high There’s magic on the water And music in the air Chorus And I love that sangria wine Love to drink it with old friends of mine Love to drink with old friends of mine Some Nights You Never Go Home When we get drunk on that sangria wine Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love sangria wine The smell of success hangs in the air Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Down at Coconut Willie’s tonight I love sangria wine The crowd shuffles in and the boys are all there And everybody’s playing tonight You start with some lemons and limes That’s right, everybody’s winning tonight Apples, brandy and sugar’s fine You make a move and she flashes a smile Old friends always show up on time Looks like there’s no way to lose That’s why you add that sparkling burgundy wine But you play it cool It’s much too early to choose Repeat Chorus

Some nights you play it so slickly In Florida on a Saturday night Some nights you end up alone Everclear is added to the wine sometime Some nights are over too quickly You got some tacos and nachos, burritos, hell who And some nights you never go home knows That’s the way it usually goes and it goes Out by the beach is your ace in the hole So you’re taking chances tonight Is anybody going to San Antone You’re slamming the drinks and losing control Or Phoenix, Arizona But you’ve got it covered tonight Any place is all right as long as I Yeah everybody’s winning tonight Don’t have to go to Disney There’s a new girl in town and you’re making Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh your play I love sangria wine Looks like you’re breaking the ice Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh But up walks her friend I love sangria wine All that’s left to do is drink wine Just a sleepy sailor Sit back and watch your mind go by On a night watch all alone You know you always tell the truth Listening to his random thoughts When you’re drunk on wine While the rigging softly moans That’s why you add the lemons and limes The sky is filled with wondrous things Like rocket ships to Mars Repeat Chorus The world has such a different feel Alone beneath the stars Yeah, the world has such a different feel Alone beneath the stars Night Watch Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris

The evening claims the sunset Contrary to Ordinary And the stars begin to show Copyright by Groper Music/Polygram A matter of amazement All rights reserved. Used by Permission To all who live below The sky is filled with wondrous things I never live my life through other people’s eyes Like rocket ships to Mars I guess I’ve always been the one they said was The world has such a different feel Too tall, too late, too early Alone beneath the stars Yeah, he’s the one You ought to be in the circus Just a sleepy sailor You’re having too much fun On a night watch all alone Rolling in the gentle waves Just a one-man band, a one man gypsy circus While the rigging softly moans Finding out each piece of the puzzle has a purpose His back against the weather rail Drifting and dreaming But his mind is some place else Yeah, that must be my fate A million different random thoughts Always grinning down the devil’s throat Hell, I’ve been there myself Blazing with aces and eights

So many miles from landfall And I was contrary to ordinary So buried in the night Even as a child Carried by a fickle wind Fast freights made me wonder Not a soul in sight The full moon still drives me wild And stories do come true Cities shine like diamonds You just got to live your life in episodes To a soul out on the sea With one eye on a lady Channel markers blinking out And one eye still on that open road All the possibilities We all want the freedom And when I die don’t put no tombstone on my To escape to some place else grave Longing for a night like this Just have my friends throw a great big party Hell, I’ve been there myself Toss my ashes out across the waves Don’t bring no preacher man down So Many miles from landfall Just to tighten up my past So buried in the night Just tell ‘em how I like to live Carried by a fickle wind I like to make sing and dance and laugh Not a soul in sight And I was contrary to ordinary Even as a child Fast freights made me wonder Yankee Traitor Full moons still drive me wild Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris And stories do come true If you live your life in episodes He came on the Yankee Traitor With one eye on a lady Left his home in Pittsburgh And one eye on that open road Pulled her down through the rolling hills To the Chesapeake Bay Rode the ditch down through Virginia Can’t believe he’s finally made it No Beer Today Just a little nervous Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris But laughing all the way

We hit port this morning He came on the Yankee Traitor Couldn’t wait for the day to begin Crossed the mighty Gulf Stream And old Rico’s surviving on stale bologna sand- Wintered down in Nassau wiches With smugglers and millionaires Waits for the ships to come in Living slow and freely But always on his guard CHORUS Learning as you go All the bars were locked Makes the passage twice as hard But we continued to knock Till we heard that bartender say CHORUS “You see it’s election day Looking for the changes coming Here on Antigua, mon Writing off the past There’s no beer today Can’t explain, just take the main No, no, no, no beer today” And run it up the mast Hope like hell this leaky boat’s A man appeared from the alley Gonna get me out of here And said, “gentlemen come speak to me Just an old man looking I understand you’ve got a problem For the new frontier I know somebody you ought to see” He came on the Yankee Traitor Repeat Chorus Through the Windward Passage To Costa Rican waters So he took us to his cousin named Rico And the girl he knew down there Who said, “Hey mon, what do you think” The lady was so pretty Then he opened the door to his back room But he needs to travel light And said, “Here’s all the beer you can drink” You never know you might need to go In the middle of the night Repeat Chorus Repeat Chorus So we sat on the beach with our contraband beer And celebrated our good luck Yankee Traitor keep on moving We sipped on a case of Red Stripe There’s so much to see It only cost us fifty-five bucks Restless soul on a gypsy wind Living slow and free Repeat Chorus Seems like every place was better Twenty years ago Our spot is out there somewhere When you find that I’ve left town Let the breezes blow Empty days and sleepless nights Your life turn upside down He came on the Yankee Traitor I don’t want you to waste your time To South Pacific Islands When you start to search for me Anchored in a cove When you come to your senses With pirates and millionaires Here’s exactly where I’ll be How did this Yankee Get so far from Pittsburgh Repeat Chorus Once you feel the gypsy wind You can never go back home

I can see by your frown Wherever the Wind Blows That you’re a little underwhelmed Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris But lady can I offer you a drink Now don’t be alarmed I’ve got a steady hand on the helm I sold the house and I’m taking out And I’m not nearly desperate as you think All the money that I’ve saved Gonna buy that cruisin’ boat So if you would permit me And set out on the waves Just a little of your time Gonna chase some lazy dreams I think I might just make you smile And live like a millionaire So bartender won’t you bring us Wherever the wind blows and the sun comes up Strong whiskey and big glasses You can find me there I think this just might take a while

You’ll hear my name in every tropic port If you’re thinking, oh my God, From Key West down to Martinique I’m being hit on by some drunk I’ll grow a beard and shed my clothes Let me assure that Drink rum till I can’t speak I don’t think you’re not Gonna be a different man You might look at me Gonna live my life with flare And think you’re better off alone I won’t be around you’ll have to run me down Well don’t flatter yourself Should you decide to care Cause, baby, I’m all you got

Chorus So if you would permit me And I’ll be a lot like you Just a little of your time Sailing on a breeze I think I just might make you smile And I’ll be so different too So bartender won’t you bring us It’s gonna bring you to your knees Strong whiskey and big glasses I know you’ll want to find me I think this just might take a while Come ahead and find me When you decide to care Wherever the wind blows and the sun comes up You might find me there

I know it’s bound to break your heart