Margaritaville (Live at Coastal Credit Union Music Park at Walnut Creek, Raleigh, NC, 10.05.2023) Zac Brown Band
"Margaritaville" by Zac Brown Band, performed live in 2023, is a #Country song that reflects themes of escapism, nostalgia, and the pursuit of leisure. The lyrics depict a laid-back lifestyle centered around relaxation and coping with heartache. The lively instrumentation and tropical vibes evoke a carefree spirit, resonating with audiences seeking solace in life's simple pleasures. The song has become an iconic anthem for summer and vacation culture.
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus 1]
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
[Verse 2]
Don't know the reason I stayed here all season
Got nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty, right here on my booty
How it got here I haven't a clue
[Chorus 2]
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' 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
[Verse 3]
I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop top
I cut my heel, had to limp on back home
But there's booze in the blender and soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on (Hang on)
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
[Chorus 1]
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
[Verse 2]
Don't know the reason I stayed here all season
Got nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty, right here on my booty
How it got here I haven't a clue
[Chorus 2]
Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' 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
[Verse 3]
I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop top
I cut my heel, had to limp on back home
But there's booze in the blender and soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on (Hang on)
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