my hand
Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
He showed his mama and papa, the shrimp »
Song Of The Shrimp
Kid Galahad/Girls! Girls! Girls!
by Elvis Presley
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at Sloppy Joe's
The drinks were standin' tall
With Buffett on the jukebox
And Hemingway on the wall.
Then up spoke Sam the Shrimper:
He said, "I've been »
The Great Conch Train Robbery
The Great Conch Train Robbery
by Shel Silverstein
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shake my hand
Here comes the shrimper for
To take me to Louisian'
He showed his mama and his papa
The shrimp newspaper he read
Then there »
Song of the Shrimp
Honey Comb [Bonus Track]
by Frank Black
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Play your fiddle, Little Orphan Annie
Play it for the shrimpers and the pirates out to sea
Play it for the hippies down in Mallory Square
If I'm »
Little Orphan Annie
Tennessee Whiskey
by David Allan Coe
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Hold tight hold tight hold tight hold tight
Foo-ra-de-ack-a-sa-ki
Want some seafood Mama
Shrimpers and rice they're very nice
Hold tight hold »
Hold Tight (Want Some Sea Food Mama)
Musical Sounds Are the Best Songs
by Mel Tormé
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shrimpers a-hand ri-hice a-hare very nice
I like oysters, lobsters too,
I like my tasty butter fish, Joe
When I come home late at night
drip drip »
Hold Tight, Hold Tight
Bei Mir Bist du Schön [Digmode]
by The Andrews Sisters
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The snakes how to swim and the trees how to lean
Chorus
The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn »
South Coast of Texas
The South Coast of Texas
by Guy Clark
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her
In the arms of shrimper Dan
So Billy pulled out a knife, took poor Danny's life,
And then he turned his own cold hand.
[Chorus]
It's just »
Cuban Crime of Passion
A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean
by Jimmy Buffett
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Weather's got the shrimpers in a frenzy
They're horny and don't need a good excuse
Someone yells and things just start erupting
And in a flash all hell has »
Woman Goin' Crazy on Caroline Street
Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes/Havana Daydreamin'
by Jimmy Buffett
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that ain't acknowledged
Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve
Some will go to Heaven, some will never leave
Pills in the tip jar, blood »
I Got a Gig
Trouble in Mind
by Hayes Carll
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