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No Place for Tony Lamas © 2018 Bill Frank All Rights Reserved [Verse 1] G                    Fmaj7 I followed you to an island vacation      C                G Not much of a plan in my brain       G              Fmaj7 Some soft recreation, some faux procreation       C               G In a tropic hotel by the bay [Chorus] Em               D This beach in Bahama’s no place for Tony Lamas     G                   C My boots are practically full of sand         C               G Where white-shorted fellas bring drinks with umbrellas     D                  G To music of a steel drumming band [Verse 2] G                    Fmaj7 Wasn’t prepared for the change in surroundings      C                G A suitcase full of jeans for the shore       G              Fmaj7 Copper-tone or Speedos you won’t see on me Hoss       C               G I just couldn’t take any more [Chorus] Em               D This beach in Bahama’s no place for Tony Lamas     G                   C My boots are practically full of sand         C               G Where white-shorted fellas bring drinks with umbrellas     D                  G To music of a steel drumming band [Bridge] C                       G I suppose I could make me some cut-offs Fmaj7                  G Start drinking rum ‘stead of beer     C                 G This place really threw me but something still drew me to D                      G Spending more time with you here [Chorus] Em               D This beach in the Bahamas’s no place for Tony Lamas     G                   C But bare-foot’s feeling good in the sand         C               G Where white-shorted fellas bring drinks with umbrellas     D                  G I’m thinking it’s a life I can stand Em             B  D This beach in the Bahamas’s no place for Tony Lamas     G                   C I’m dropping my jeans to the floor         C               G Spending some time with you out where the ocean's blue     D                  G And leaving my boots by the door [Tag] C               G Spending some time with you out where the ocean's blue     D                  G And leaving my boots by the door