Hamilton County Line - Safe Travels, Jimmy! (Acoustic Version)

I never have been
With my hands on my head
In the shape of a fin
At a concert

But when I first heard
Jimmy Buffet was gone
Can't begin to say
How much my heart hurt

And somewhere there's a man
With his toes in the sand
And a girl on his heart
On a bender

And he'll find some ice
And take Jimmy's advice
With some salt and some limes
And a blender

And you can still hear his voice
And you can still feel his hands
Where the sun meets the surf
And the surf meets the sand

So here's to you Jimmy
You glorious man
You go on ahead
We'll catch up when we can

So, safe travels, Jimmy
You son of a gun
You son of a son of a sailor

I can still hear him singing
I can still hear his laughter
But it's 5 o'clock somewhere
In the here ever after

And attending that concert
Has to wait sometime later
For that son of a gun of a
Son of a sailor

And I will find myself sitting
With my toes in the sand
And his songs in my head
And a drink in my hand

Just a little tequila
And a whole lot of ice
Wonderin' if
He's bigger in Paradise

And we can still hear his voice
And we can still feel his hands
Where the sun meets the surf
And the surf meets the sand

So, fair winds, Jimmy
And following seas
You son of a son of a sailor

Written by:
Robert Perkins

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