If That Ain’t Country (I’ll Kiss Your Sss) - David Allan Coe

There’s sailboats and conch shells and palm trees galore

But Jimmy Buffett doesn’t live in Key West anymore

Sister spare change has a bumper sticker on the door

Says Jimmy Buffett doesn’t live in Key West any more

Hey smugglers need those Buffett songs, snitching on the sly

Bringing heat where it’s already to damn hot to die

Son of a son of a son of bitch, what’s all that bullshit for

Jimmy Buffett he don’t live in Key West anymore

Sailing to the Caribbean Jimmy might well be

Pictures up in Rolling Stone for all the world to see

The rich keep getting richer, the poor they just stay poor

Jimmy Buffett doesn’t live in Key West anymore

Now Jimmy’s moved to Malibu with all those other stars

He’s not down Duval Street hanging out in bars

All them God damned tourist, got to be a bore

Jimmy Buffett doesn’t live in Key West anymore

So don’t tell me I sound like Jimmy Buffett

Just because I got that island beat

Jimmy might have grown up on the ocean

Me, I kinda grown up on the street

Music’s just a way of life, me I’m livin' free

So don’t lay all that Key West Jimmy Buffett shit on me

Now Divers Do It Deeper must have really made them mad

Some of them reviewers said it really sounded bad

Well they liked Margaritaville, me I liked it too

Someday Jimmy, why don’t we just both get drunk and screw

Oh those creepy motherfuckers that think music is a whore

Tell that you just don’t live in Key West anymore

Alright boys, sound like Jimmy Buffett now