{title:Banana Republic}
{subtitle:By Steve GoodmanJim RothermelSteve Burgh (As performed by Jimmy Buffett)}

1.
[A]Down to the Banana Republics, [Am]down to the tropical sun,
go the [D]expatriated Americans, [G]hopin' to find some fun.
[G]Some of them go for the sailing, [Am]caught by the lure of the sea.
[D]Tryin' to find what is ailing, [G]livin' in the land of the free.
[G]Some of them are running from lovers, [Am]leaving no foreward address.
[D]Some of them are running tons of ganja, 
some are [G]running from the I.R.S.

{start_of_chorus}
     [Dm]Late at night you will find them, 
     in the [Am]cheap hotels and bars,
     [C]hustling the senio[G]ritas [C]while they [G]dance be[D]neath the [G]stars.
     Spen[Dm]ding those renegade pesos on a [Eb |x68886|]bottle of rum and a [D]lime,
     [C]singin' give me some words I can [G]dance to, 
     [C]or a [G]mel - [D7]ody that [G]rhymes.
{end_of_chorus}

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) 

{comment_box:Chords by Mike A. Hall, edited to ChordPro by S.Vore.  From M.Hall - "Note to guitarists:  I was sick of trying to figure out the chords to the 4th line of the chorus.  I finally had a suggestion from a friend, so I put his best guess there"}