Jimmy Buffett - Banana republics

^ADown to the Banana Republics, d^Amown to the tropical sun, go the ^Dexpatriated Americans, ^Ghopin' to find some fun. ^GSome of them go for the sailing, ^Amcaught by the lure of the sea. ^DTryin' to find what is ailing, ^Glivin' in the land of the free. ^GSome of them are running from lovers, ^Amleaving no forward address. ^DSome of them are running tons of ganja, some are ^Grunning from the I.R.S.

^DmLate at night you will find them, in the ^Amcheap hotels and bars, ^Chustling the senio^Gritas ^Cwhile they ^Gdance be^Dneath the ^Gstars. ^DmSpending those renegade pesos on a ^Ebbottle of rum and a ^Dlime, ^Csingin' give me some words I can ^Gdance to, ^Cor a ^Gmelo^D7dy that ^Grhymes.

^AFirst you learn the native customs, ^Amsoon a word of spanish or two. ^DYou know that you cannot trust them, ^G'cause they know they can't trust you. ^GExpatriated Americans, ^Amfeelin' so all alone, ^Dtelling themselves the same lies that they ^Gtold themselves back home.

^ADown to the Banana Republics, ^Amthings aren't as warm as they seem, ^Dnone of the natives are buying any ^Gsecond-hand American dreams.

^DmLate at night you will find them, in the ^Amcheap hotels and bars, ^Chustling the senio^Gritas ^Cwhile they ^Gdance be^Dneath the ^Gstars. ^DmSpending those renegade pesos on a ^Ebbottle of rum and a ^Dlime, ^Csingin' give me some words I can ^Gdance to, ^Cor a ^Gmelo^D7dy that ^Grhymes.

^ADown to the Banana Republics, ^Amdown to the tropical sun; go the ^Dexpatriated Americans ^Ghopin' to find some fun.