Homestead, Florida - May 6, 2006 (1:49am)   Nibblin’ on sponge cake, watchin’ the sun bake, all of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin’ my six-string on my front porch swing, smell those shrimp they’re beginnin’ to boil. Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville, searching’ for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame but I know it’s nobodys fault. I don’t know the reason I stayed here all season, nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo but it’s a real beauty, a Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven’t a clue. Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville, searching’ for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame. Now I think, hell, it could be my fault. [Recorder solo]. I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top, cut my heel had to cruise on back home. But there’s booze in the blender and soon it will render that frozen concoction that helps me hang on. Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville, searching’ for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame but I know it’s my own damn fault. Yes and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame and I know it’s my own damn fault.I found these Mexican cuties on Cinco de Mayo at the Stick and Stein Sports Rock Café. How they got here, I haven’t a clue! (Nikon D50)
 

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