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Performed By Jimmy Buffett
(These tabs are dumbed down a bit but they sound okay)
G
Am
D
GCG
GDown to the Banana Republics
AmDown to the tropical sun
Go theD7 expatriated Americans
GHopin' to find some fun
SGome of them go for the sailing
AmCaught by the lure of the sea
D7Tryin' to find what is ailing
GLivin' in the land of the free
SGome of them are running from lovers
AmLeaving no forward address
D7Some of them are running tons of ganja
some areG running from the I.R.S
DmLate at night you will find them
In theAm cheap hotels and bars
HCustling the senioGritas
CWhile theyG dance beDneath the Gstars
SpenDmding those renegade pesos
EbOn a bottle of rum aDnd a lime
SiCngin' give me some words I can Gdance to
COr a mGel - oD7dy that Grhymes
First you learn the native customs
Soon a word of spanish or two
You know that you cannot trust them
'cause they know they can't trust you
Expatriated Americans, feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves back home
GAmDG
DmAmCGCG
Down to the Banana Republics
Things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying any
Second-hand American dreams
repeat chorus
Down to the Banana Republics
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hopin' to find some fun
(repeat chords and fade)
"Late at night...."
Am
CGC
GD
Dm
on a bottle of rum and a lime.....
EbD
CGCGDG
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