Lyric Life Is Just A Tire Swing

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)