Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
As BuffDGown to the Banana Republics,Am down to the tropical sun, go theD expatriated Americans, Ghopin' to find some fun. SGome 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. SGome of them are running from lovers, Amleaving no foreward address. DSome of them are running tons of ganja, some areG running from the I.R.S.
CDmLate at night you will find them, in the Amcheap hotels and bars, Chustling the senioGritas Cwhile theyG dance beDneath the Gstars.
Dm E♭ |x68886| DSpending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime, sCingin' give me some words I canG dance to, Cor a mGel - oD7dy that Grhymes. 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. Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun; go the expatriated Americans hopin' to find some fun.