Close Calls Jimmy Buffett

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[Chorus]
Close calls, close calls, I will survive
Brick walls, big balls, lucky just to be alive
I fought Buford Pusser in a honky-tonk joint
He whipped my ass, that's beside the point
Close calls, close calls, lucky just to be alive

[Verse 1]
Been in lots of tight spots, so many that I can't explain
Big shots, bon mots, I don't always use my brain
Scuba divin' Pensacola, hundred twenty feet down
I'm so glad Jack buddy-breathed me or I guess I would have drowned
Close calls, close calls, I don't always use my brain

[Bridge]
Life can be a pickle or a stalk of sugar cane
One day you're wrestlin' 'gators
Next day you're singing "Never Been to Spain"
In Spain, in Spanish

[Chorus]
Close calls, close calls, I will survivе
Brick walls, big balls, lucky just to be alive
I fought Buford Pusser in a honky-tonk joint
Hе beat my ass, that's beside the point
Close calls, close calls, lucky just to be alive

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