BANANA REPUBLICS
Jimmy Buffett (words & music by Steve Goodman)



 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: 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

[CHORUS]
  
Down to the Banana Republics 
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans 
Hopin' to find some fun