But sometimes I still forget Till the lights go on and the stage is set And the song hits home and you feel that sweat It's my job to be different than the rest and that's enough reason to go for me It's my job to be better than the best…

Walls windows trees, waves coming through You be in me and I'll be in you Together in eternity…

And I wanna be there I wanna go back down and die beside the sea there With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I'm a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine

🦜🌴🍹 🦜🌴🍹 Quick memory I wanted to share… Thanks to everyone that has made this page so special. 🦜🌴🍹 🦜🌴🍹

I had to search my memory As I looked into those eyes Our lives change like the weather But a LEGEND never dies #JimmyBuffettDay

I've given my life for songs that I sing As a matter of fact, I've given everything But time has come to not make a sound Time has come to lay my burden down Ohhh wo, ohhh wo It's come from behind, Now is the time for the last line.

The story goes that, as the time drew near, Jimmy’s sister Lucy got close for a few final words. Jimmy wasn’t interested in tears or sadness. His last words to his sister were simply: “Have Fun.” And that’s what we’ll try to keep doing, to have fun and Keep The Party Going

Old worlds keep closing in They have before They will again Voices call Beyond the wind Say we must go Beyond the end And follow Beyond the end… Rest in Paradise, Jimmy. We Love You 🫧🫧🫧

I hope you're enjoying the scenery I know that it's pretty up there…

Come Monday, it'll be all right…

But women and water are in short supply There's not enough dope for us all to get high I hear it gets better, that's what they say As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay So please don't say mañana if you don't mean it…

Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder I'm an over-forty victim of fate Arriving too late, arriving too late

And then I’ll sit him on my shoulder, And open up my trusty old mind I’m gonna teach him how to cuss, Teach him how to fuss, And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters Sail through the sorrows of life's marauders Unrepenting, often empty Sail on, sail on sailor

I took off for a weekend last month just to try and recall the whole year All of the faces and all of the places wonderin' where they all disappeared…

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind That our forefathers harnessed before us Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Greetings friends! The Daily Buffett team is leaving today for a weeklong vacation of sun, fun, and ice cold beverages. We’ll be back next weekend with more songs, smiles, and memories. Be kind to one another while we’re gone! Cheers!