Mailbox Money - Jimmy Buffett

Sweet water, hidden river

Flows right by my place

Life is slow, fishin’s good

That’s how I spend my days

I’ve got a sun-browned local lady

She hails from Bon Secour

She makes the best fried shrimp and collard greens

Cold Rosé is her pour

By now you must be wonderin' how I earn my pay

I write words and music, fact, I write them every day

Mailbox money

Been so good to me

When my ship comes sailin' in I feel like royalty

That old song just keeps playin' from sea to shinin' sea

That mailbox money sure been good to me

The postman starts his outboard

'Cause we get our mail by boat

That song I penned in '81 still keeps our world afloat

If it wasn’t for the radio and those Parrot-headed fans

I’d have to get a day gig, which would surely spoil my plans

Mailboat money

Been so good to me

When my ship comes sailin' in I feel like royalty

They still hum that melody from France to Newfoundland

Mailbox money made me what I am

Put it in the mailbox

Put it in the mailbox

Now the postman, he retired two or three years back

Now he fishes every day and I take up the slack

I load that fifteen foot Pirogue US mailboat down

Jump start my Johnson and spread the love around

Junk mail, bills and birthday cards on the last boat that remains

I’m a one man crew but I still get through those floods and hurricanes

Mailboat money

Down in LA, that’s how our mail arrives

Drop us a line at zip code 36 555

I love that mailbox money from sea to shinin' sea

Nothing else comes close to stackin' up

'Cept the Full Moon Jubilee

Giggin' big fat flounders with Jimbo at slack tide

Mailbox money sure seems bonafide

That old song just keeps playin' from sea to shinin' sea

Mailbox money sure been good to me

(Put it in the mailbox)

Just keeps comin' in

(Put it in the mailbox)

What a boat ride this has been

(Put it in the mailbox)

(Put it in the mailbox)

Whole lotta jingle in that single

(Put it in the mailbox)

Cha-ching

(Put it in the mailbox)

Ooh, might go look at the mail Johnson

(Put it in the mailbox)

Maybe get a new guitar

(Put it in the mailbox)

I don’t wanna be a star