| G       | G       | Am      | Am      |
| D       | D       | G   C/G | G       |
| G       | G       | Am      | Am      |
| D       | G  C    | G  D  G |(G)      |

[Verse 1]
G                             Am
Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun,
       D                      G
go the expatriated Americans, hopin' to find some fun.
G                                Am
Some of them go for the sailing, called by the lure of the sea.
D                              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.
D
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 señoritas 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   D       G
or a melody that rhymes.

G

[Verse 2]
G                                   Am
First you learn the native customs, soon a word of Spanish or two.
D                                           G
You know that you cannot trust them, 'cause they know they can't trust you.
G                      Am
Expatriated Americans, feelin' so all alone,
D                                          G
telling themselves the same lies that they told themselves back home.

[Instrumental]
| G       | G       | Am      | Am      |
| D       | D       | G       | G       |
| Dm      | Dm      | Am      | Am      |
| C       | G  C    | G  D  G |(G)      |

[Verse 3]
G                             Am
Down to the Banana Republics, things aren't as warm as they seem,
D                                  G
none of the natives are buying any second-hand American dreams.

[Chorus]
Dm
Late at night you will find them,
       Am
in the cheap hotels and bars,
C                G     C          G       D         G
Hustling the señoritas 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   D       G
or a melody that rhymes.

[Verse 4]
G                             Am
Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun;
       D                      G
go the expatriated Americans, hopin' to find some fun.