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By: Jimmy Buffett 
1974 
I remember the smell of the creosote plant 
When we'd have to eat on Easter with my crazy old uncle and aunt 
They lived in a big house, antebellum style (antebellum) 
And the winds would blow across the old bayou 
And I was a tranquil little child 

Chorus: 
Life was just a tire swing 
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing 
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken 
And I never knew a thing about pain 
Life was just a tire swing 

In a few summers my folks packed me off to camp 
Yeah me and my cousin' Baxter in our pup tent with a lamp 
And in a few days Baxter went home and he left me by myself 
But I knew that I'd stay, it was better that way 
And I could get along without any help 

Chorus: 
Life was just a tire swing 
'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing 
Chasin' after sparrows with rubber-tipped arrows 
Knowin' I could never hurt a thing 
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) 

And I never been west of New Orleans or east of Pensacola 
My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola 

And Elvis would sing and then I'd dream about expensive cars 
And who would've figured twenty years later 
I'd be rubbin' shoulders with the stars 
Life was just a tire swing 

Then the other mornin' on some Illinois road 
I fell asleep at the wheel 
But was quickly wakened up by a 'Ma Bell' telephone pole 
And a bunch of Grant Wood faces screamin' "Is he still alive?" 
Through the window I could see it hangin' from a tree 
And I knew that I had survived 

And life is still a tire swing 
'Jambalaya' is the best song I can sing 
Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken 
But I finally learned a lot about pain 
Life is just a tire swing (tire swing) 
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) 
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing) 
Life was just a tire swing (tire swing)

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