Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season Lyrics - A1a - Jimmy Buffett

Squalls out on the gulf stream 

Big storm's comin' soon 

I passed out in my hammock 

And God I slept till way past noon 

Stood up and tried to focus 

I hoped I wouldn't have to look far 

I knew I could use a bloody Mary 

So I stumbled next door to the bar 

And now I must confess, I could use some rest 

I can't run at this pace very long 

Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain 

But it cleans me out and then I can go on 

There's somethin' about this Sunday 

It's a most peculiar gray 

Strollin' down the avenue 

That's known as A1A 

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Feelin' tired, then I got inspired 

I knew that it wouldn't last long 

So all alone I walked back home 

Sat on my beach and then I made up this song 

And now I must confess, I could use some rest 

I can't run at this pace very long 

Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain 

But then it cleans me out and then I can go on 

Well, the wind is blowin' harder now 

Fifty knots or thereabouts 

There's white caps on the ocean 

And I'm watchin' for waterspouts 

It's time to close the shutters 

It's time to go inside 

In a week I'll be in gay Paris 

That's a mighty long airplane ride 

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And now I must confess, I could use some rest 

I can't run at this pace very long 

Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain 

But it cleans me out and then I can go on 

Yes, it cleans me out and then I can go on