SOME NIGHTS YOU NEVER GO HOME Nav-A-Gator Afternoon Magazine Street Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris 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 And he looked like he was such a happy man Repeat Chorus When I saw him on the stage Singing with the band And he sang Magic on the Water Repeat Chorus Copyright 2001 by Jim Morris 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.