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SOL LAm
Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun,
RE SOL
go the expatriated Americans, hopin' to find some fun.
SOL LAm
Some of them go for the sailing, caught by the lure of the sea.
RE SOL
Tryin' to find what is ailing, livin' in the land of the free.
SOL LAm
Some of them are running from lovers, leaving no foreward address.
RE
Some of them are running tons of ganja,
SOL
some are running from the I.R.S.
(Chorus )
REm
Late at night you will find them,
LAm
in the cheap hotels and bars,
DO SOL DO SOL RE SOL
hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars.
REm MIb x68886 RE
Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime,
DO SOL
singin' give me some words I can dance to,
DO SOL RE7 SOL
or a mel - ody that rhymes.
2
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.
(solo) -play - G Am D G - Dm Am C G C G
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)
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