Nautical Wheelers - By: Jimmy Buffett from A1A - 1974

Intro:    A  D  D6                     A  D  A  D

A                     D                A
Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
     D                      A     A7
Play fiddle tunes under the stars
D                   A             F#m
Petti-coats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
B7                    E
Hustle on down to the bars
D                                      A         A7    
Where the juke-box is blastin' and the liquor is flowin'
   D          A         E    E7
An occasional bottle of wine
               D                    A            
That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented 
       E         E7        D            A
To be living and dying in three quarter time

Chorus:
     A          E7                           D          A        
       And it's dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,
         D         A              E     E7
       take me to stars that you know
                   F#m                          D          A
       Come on and dance with me, dance with me Nautical Wheelers,
       E          E7      A
       I want so badly to go

Well, the left foot it'll follow 
Where the right foot has travelled
Down to the sidewalks unglued
And into the street of my city so neat
Where nobody cares what you do
And Sonna's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic
And Mason has jumped in the sea
And I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat

    E7                     A
Oh, Nautical Wheelers save me
(repeat Chorus)

Well the sunrise will bring on 
The sleep that's escaped us
And everyone's off to their beds
There'll be huggin' and squeezin'
A little pleazin' and teasin'  
And rubbin' of each other's heads
So won't you dream on comrades, seems nothin' escapes you,
Nothin', no reason, nor rhyme
That's 'cause everyone here is just more than contented
To be living and dying in three quarter time
(repeat chorus and fade)