Jimmy Buffett

Banana Republics

Played Carter Style

G
Down to the Banana Republics
Am
Down to the tropical sun
      D7
Go the expatriated Americans
G
Hopin’ to find some fun
G
Some of them go for the sailing
Am
Caught by the Lure of the sea
D7
Trying to find what is ailing
G
Livin’ in the land of the free
G
Some of them are running from lovers
Am
Leaving no forward address
D7
Some of them are running tons of Ganja
          G
Some are running from the I.R.S.

Chorus:
      Dm
      Late at night you will find them
             Am
      In the cheap hotels and bars
      C                G
      Hustling a senorita
      C           G         D         G
      While they dance beneath the stars

      Dm
      Spending those renegade pesos
      Eflat                     D
      On a bottle of rum and a lie
      C                                 G
     Singin’ give me some words I can dance to
      C     G       D7       G
      Or a mel – ody that rhymes.

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, feeling so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies
That they told themselves back home
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
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