He Went To Paris Chords by Jimmy Buffett
Tempo:
65.4 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[F#m] [A]
He went to Paris looking for [D] answers to questions [A] that bothered him so.
He was impressive, young and [D] aggressive, saving the world [E] on his own.
[D] The warm summer [A] breezes and French wines and cheeses [Bm] put his ambition [E] at bay.
[A] Summers and winters scattered like splinters [F#m] and four or five [A] years slipped away.
He went to England, played [D] the piano and married an [A] actress named Kim.
They had a fine life, she was a good [D] wife and bore him a young [E] son named Jim.
[D] All of the answers [A] and all of the questions [D] locked in his [E] attic one day.
[A] He liked quiet, clean country [D] living and twenty more years slipped away.
[A] [F#m]
[A] [F#m] [B] [D]
[E] [A] Well, the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady [D] and left him with [A] only one eye.
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered and all he could [E] do was just cry.
[A] [E] [D] While the tears were falling, he was recalling answers [E] he never found.
[A] So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean and left England without a sound.
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the [D] pylons and drinks his green [A] label each day.
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing, [D] but he don't care what most [E] people say.
[D] Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion, if he likes you [E] he'll smile and he'll say,
Jimmy, some of [A] it's magic, some [A] of it's tragic, but I had a good life all the way.
And he went to Paris, looking for answers [D] to questions [E] that [A] bothered him so.
[F#m] [A]
He went to Paris looking for [D] answers to questions [A] that bothered him so.
He was impressive, young and [D] aggressive, saving the world [E] on his own.
[D] The warm summer [A] breezes and French wines and cheeses [Bm] put his ambition [E] at bay.
[A] Summers and winters scattered like splinters [F#m] and four or five [A] years slipped away.
He went to England, played [D] the piano and married an [A] actress named Kim.
They had a fine life, she was a good [D] wife and bore him a young [E] son named Jim.
[D] All of the answers [A] and all of the questions [D] locked in his [E] attic one day.
[A] He liked quiet, clean country [D] living and twenty more years slipped away.
[A] [F#m]
[A] [F#m] [B] [D]
[E] [A] Well, the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady [D] and left him with [A] only one eye.
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered and all he could [E] do was just cry.
[A] [E] [D] While the tears were falling, he was recalling answers [E] he never found.
[A] So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean and left England without a sound.
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the [D] pylons and drinks his green [A] label each day.
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing, [D] but he don't care what most [E] people say.
[D] Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion, if he likes you [E] he'll smile and he'll say,
Jimmy, some of [A] it's magic, some [A] of it's tragic, but I had a good life all the way.
And he went to Paris, looking for answers [D] to questions [E] that [A] bothered him so.
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
Bm
A
D
E
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ He went to Paris looking for [D] answers to questions [A] that bothered him so.
_ He was impressive, young and [D] aggressive, saving the world [E] on his own.
_ [D] The warm summer [A] breezes and French wines and cheeses [Bm] put his ambition [E] at bay. _
_ [A] Summers and winters scattered like splinters [F#m] and four or five [A] years slipped away.
_ _ He went to England, played [D] the piano and married an [A] actress named Kim.
They had a fine life, she was a good [D] wife and bore him a young [E] son named Jim. _ _
[D] All of the answers [A] and all of the questions [D] locked in his [E] attic one day.
_ [A] He liked quiet, clean country [D] living and twenty more years slipped away.
_ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ Well, the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady [D] and left him with [A] only one eye.
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered and all he could [E] do was just cry.
[A] _ [E] _ [D] While the tears were falling, he was recalling answers [E] he never found.
_ _ [A] So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean and left England without a sound. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the [D] pylons and drinks his green [A] label each day.
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing, [D] but he don't care what most [E] people say.
_ [D] Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion, if he likes you [E] he'll smile and he'll say,
_ _ Jimmy, some of [A] it's magic, some [A] of it's tragic, but I had a good life all the way. _
_ And he went to Paris, looking for answers [D] to questions [E] that [A] bothered him so. _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ He went to Paris looking for [D] answers to questions [A] that bothered him so.
_ He was impressive, young and [D] aggressive, saving the world [E] on his own.
_ [D] The warm summer [A] breezes and French wines and cheeses [Bm] put his ambition [E] at bay. _
_ [A] Summers and winters scattered like splinters [F#m] and four or five [A] years slipped away.
_ _ He went to England, played [D] the piano and married an [A] actress named Kim.
They had a fine life, she was a good [D] wife and bore him a young [E] son named Jim. _ _
[D] All of the answers [A] and all of the questions [D] locked in his [E] attic one day.
_ [A] He liked quiet, clean country [D] living and twenty more years slipped away.
_ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ Well, the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady [D] and left him with [A] only one eye.
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered and all he could [E] do was just cry.
[A] _ [E] _ [D] While the tears were falling, he was recalling answers [E] he never found.
_ _ [A] So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean and left England without a sound. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the [D] pylons and drinks his green [A] label each day.
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing, [D] but he don't care what most [E] people say.
_ [D] Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion, if he likes you [E] he'll smile and he'll say,
_ _ Jimmy, some of [A] it's magic, some [A] of it's tragic, but I had a good life all the way. _
_ And he went to Paris, looking for answers [D] to questions [E] that [A] bothered him so. _ _ _ _ _
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