Letra de Close Calls - Jimmy Buffett

Close calls, close calls, I will survive

Brick walls, big balls, lucky just to be alive

I fought Buford Pusser in a honky-tonk joint

He whipped my ass, that's beside the point

Close calls, close calls, lucky just to be alive

Been in lots of tight spots, so many that I can't explain

Big shots, bon mots, I don't always use my brain

Scuba divin' Pensacola, hundred twenty feet down

I'm so glad Jack buddy-breathed me or I guess I would have drowned

Close calls, close calls, I don't always use my brain

Life can be a pickle or a stalk of sugar cane

One day you're wrestlin' 'gators

Next day you're singing "Never Been to Spain"

In Spain, in Spanish

Close calls, close calls, I will survive

Brick walls, big balls, lucky just to be alive

I fought Buford Pusser in a honky-tonk joint

He beat my ass, that's beside the point

Close calls, close calls, lucky just to be alive

Close calls, close calls, I will survive

Close calls, close calls, lucky just to be alive

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