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FAR SIDE OF THE WORLD Jimmy Buffett
[D]Ramadan is over,
The [G]new moon's shown her face,
I'm [A]halfway round the planet,
In a[G] most unl[A]ikely pl[D]ace.
[D]Following my song line
Past [G]bamboo shacks and shops
Behind a [A]jitney packed like sardines,
With [G]bananas [A]piled on[D] top.
I [D]ran away from politics,
It's [G]too bizarre at home.
[A]Away I flew, tuned into Blue
"Maybe [G]Amster[A]dam or [D]Rome"
[D]Awakened by a stewardess,
With [G]Spain somewhere below.
On the [A]threshold of adventure,
God I [G]do love [A]this job [D]so.
CHORUS
So while I [G]make my [D]move
On the b[A]ig board [D]game
Up and d[G]own a Spanish [D]highway,
Some [A]things remain the [D]same.
[G]Girls meet [D]boys
and the [A]boys tease g[Bm]irls
I'm [G]heading out this m[D]orning,
For the [A]Far Side of the [D]World.
VERSE 2 (same as 1)
[D]Oh I believe in song lines
Ob[G]vious and not
I'd [A]ridden them like camels
To some[G] most[A] peculiar[D] spots.
[D]They run across the oceans
Through[G] mountains and saloons
And [A]tonight out to the dessert
Where I[G] sit a[A]top this [D]dune.
[D]I was destined for this vantage point
Which [G]is so far from the Sea
I've lived[A] it in the pages of[G] Saint[A]-Exu[D]pery
[D]From Paris to Tunisia
Casa[G]blanca to Dakar
I was[A] riding long before I flew
Through the[G] wind and [A]sand and [D]stars.
CHORUS 2
[G]Carav[D]an
[A]Ride that h[D]ump
And [G]Timbukt[D]u's a j[A]illion [D]bumps
[G]Sleeping bags and b[D]attle flags
Are [A]coiled and f[Bm]urled
[G]That's the way you [D]travel
To the [A]far side of the [D]world!
Verse 3 (same)
[D]A Sunset framed by lightening bolts
Burns[G] a lasting memory
And a [A]string of tiny twinkling lights
adorn[G] the[A] sausage[D] tree.
[D]While the embers from the log fire
Flicker,[G] fly, and twirl
Then drift[A] off toward the cosmos
From the [G]Far Side[A] of the[D] World.
[D]Well it's Christmas and my birthday
and so[G] to that extent
The Masai [A]not the wise men
Are [G]circling[A] my [D]tent.
[D]I teach them how to play guitar
They [G]show me how to dance
We have rum [A]from the Caribbean
And [G]Burgundy[A] from [D]France.
[D]New Year's Eve in Zanzibar
With [G]Babu and his boys
High up [A]on the rooftop
You can[G] relish [A]all the [D]noise.
[D]They are dancing on the tables
People [G]bouncing like gazelles
[A]Two 0-0-1 is ushered in
With [G]air raid[A] horns and[D] bells.
CHORUS 3
[G]Time to [D]sing [A]time to [D]dance
[G]Living [D]out my s[A]econd [D]chance.
[G]Cobras and [D]sleeping bags are [A]coiled and c[Bm]urled
[G]That's the way it [D]happens
On the [A]Far Side of the [D]World.
Verse 4 (same)
[D]Back at home, it's afternoon
Six [G]thousand miles away.
I will [A]still be there when I get through
[G]Attending [A]this [D]soiree
[D]There are jobs and chores and questions
And [G]plates I need to twirl,
But ton[A]ight I'll take my chances,
On the [G]Far Side[A] of the [D]World.
[G]That's the way it [D]happens
On the [A]Far Side of the [D]World.
[Bm] [--2--] [--3--] [--4--] [--4--] [--2--] [--2--] "all we really need is 6 string music"
-the man himself
Chris Bailey
Batigoal114@soccer.com
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