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A White Sport Coat & A Pink Crustacean
By: Jimmy Buffett
Release Date: June 1st, 1973
Peak Chart Position: Billboard 200 Chart: #205; Country Chart: #43;

1 – The Great Filling Station Holdup (Jimmy Buffett)
2 – Railroad Lady (Jimmy Buffett/Jerry Jeff Walker)
3 – He Went To Paris (Jimmy Buffett)
4 – Grapefruit-Juicy Fruit (Jimmy Buffett)
5 – Cuban Crime Of Passion (Jimmy Buffett/Tom Corcoran)
6 – Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw (Jimmy Buffett)
7 – Peanut Butter Conspiracy (Jimmy Buffett)
8 – They Don’t Dance Like Carmen No More (Jimmy Buffett)
9 – I Have Found Me A Home (Jimmy Buffett)
10 – My Lovely Lady (Jimmy Buffett)
11 – Death Of An Unpopular Poet (Jimmy Buffett)


Performer Credit
Jimmy Buffett Vocals, Acoustic Rhythm Guitar
Buzz Cason Background Vocals
Steve Goodman Acoustic Lead Guitar
Reggie Young Electric Lead Guitar
Doyle Grisham Pedal Steel Guitar
Ed “Lump” Williams Bass Guitar
Michael Utley Piano
Greg “Fingers” Taylor Harmonica
Sammy Creason Drums
Phil Royster Congas
Johnny Gimble Fiddle
Shane Keester Moog Synthesizer
Vassar Clements Fiddle
Farrell Morris Percussion
Marvin Gardens Maracas and Beer Cans
Don Gant Background Vocals
The Buffets Background Vocals
Carol Montgomery Background Vocals
Diane Harris Background Vocals

Label: ABC/Dunhill
Producer: Don Gant for ABC Records


Original Vinyl Information:
DSX 50150, ABC/Dunhill Records. No gatefold or any interior packaging pieces of any kind, lyrics, credits and liner notes all on back cover. Black ABC/Dunhill label, generic orange ABC/Dunhill sleeve with a
silhouette of a family holding hands on a mountainside on it.

Re-issued Vinyl Information:
MCA 37026, MCA Records. Due to the album not including a gatefold or any interior packaging, this was the only album not affected by MCA’s
reissuing/packaging cut down. Logo changes, minor fine print alterations and a different generic sleeve are the only changes.

Original CD Information:
MCAD-1589, MCA. Few liner notes, but no original art except for the cover photo. Back cover art missing. Out of print.

Re-issued CD Information:
MCAD-31090, MCA. “Compact Disc, Compact Price”. Lyrics, credits and liner notes missing.

Ultradisc re-mastered gold CD release on April 13, 1999.

* Steve Goodman appears through the courtesy of Buddah Records

God’s own Truck appears through the courtesy of Monroe County Glass Co., Key West, Florida

Recorded at: Glaser Sound, Nashville, Tennessee
Engineer: Lee Hazen

Cover Photo: Guy de la Valden
Album Design: Alan Sekuler
Art Direction: Ruby Boyd Mazur
Special Thanks: (In Key West) To Bob Hall and Sea Farms, and The Thompson O’Neal Shrimp Co. for supplying the pink crustaceans which made a great cover and a fine dinner. (In Nashville) To Don Light for the guidance and patience over the last few years.

The folk orientation in recent music has always been selective and little arbitrary. We are beset by the quack minstrels of a non-existent America, bayed at by the children of retired orthodontists about “hard times” and just generally depleted by all the clown biographies and ersatz subject matter of the drugs-and-country insurgence that is replacing an earlier song mafia. In fact, maybe your stereo has already shorted out with slobber anyway. Nevertheless, it does not seem too late for Jimmy Buffett to arrive. He is dedicated as ever to certain indecencies and shall we say reversible brain damage; his duties toward the shadowy Club Mandible in Key West have yet to be explained. And of course he has never washed dishes or owned a puppet show. Still, he was among the first of the Sucking Chest Wound Singers to sleep on the yellow line. And as a souvenir of some not so terrible times, this throwback altar boy of Mobile, Alabama brings spacey up-country tunes strewn with forgotten crabtraps, Confederate memories, chemical daydreams, Ipana vulgarity,
ukulele madness and yes Larry, a certain sweetness. But there is a good deal to admire in Buffett’s inspired evocations from this queerly amalgamated past most Americans now share. What Jimmy Buffett knows is that our personal music history lies at the curious hinterland where Hank Williams and Xavier Cugat meet with somewhat less animosity than the
theoreticians would have us believe.

Tom McGuane

Liner Notes courtesy