Volcano
By: Jimmy Buffett, Keith Sykes, and Harry Dailey
Originally from the 1978 Album:
Volcano Lyrics:
Now, I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Let me say it now
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Ground she’s movin’ under me
Tidal waves out on the sea
Sulfur smoke up in the sky
Pretty soon we learn to fly
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
My girl quickly say to me
Mon you better watch your feet
Lava come down soft and hot
You better lava me now or lava me not
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
No time to count what I’m worth
Cause I just left the planet Earth
Where I go I hope there’s rum
Not to worry mon soon come
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
But I don’t want to land in New York City
I don’t want to land in Mexico
I don’t want to land on no Three Mile Island
I don’t want to see my skin a-glow
Don’t want to land in Comanche Sky Park
Or in Nashville, Tennessee
I don’t want to land in no San Juan airport
Or the Yukon Territory
Don’t want to land no San Diego
Don’t want to land in no Buzzards Bay
I don’t want to land on no Ayatollah
I got nothin’ more to say
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Let me hear you now
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go
When the volcano blow
Originally Posted by Jimmy Buffett Jimmy’s Notes:
I saw a picture of my grandfather after he had come back from a trip to Nova Scotia. He was born there but left when he was a young man and didn’t return until he was 84. He was standing on dock staring at an old sailing schooner, and the look on his face told the story of where he had come from and where he had been. I have always been very proud of my heritage as a sailor and wrote this for the men who taught me the skills.
From the album “Meet Me in Margaritaville”: This song is about family and a seafaring heritage that I was lucky enough to be born into. I recently visited the family cemetery in Pascagoula when my aunt died. I hadn’t been there since my grandfather’s death over thirty years ago. The first thing that I noticed was that there were a lot more dead Buffett’s in the plot then when I was last there. It was a more than suitable reminder that life is not a rehearsal. We only get to do this once. I think this song has held up because it is a story about real people who I knew very well – my grandfather and my father. I have been lucky enough to sail a few boats across numerous oceans and I think it is wonderful to be back in Key West singing sailing songs again. For me, that is what re-doing these songs is all about. Putting that fresh coat of paint on a good old legend.
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