G Am
Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun
D7 G
Go the expatriated Americans, hopin' to find some fun
G Am
Some of them go for the sailing, caught by the lure of the sea
D7 G
Tryin' to find what is ailing, livin' in the land of the free
G Am
Some of them are running from lovers, 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 C G D G
Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars
Dm Eb D
Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime
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, 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)