Far Side of the World Jimmy Buffett
[Verse 1]
[D]Ramadan is over, the [G]new moon's shown her face,
I'm h[A]alf way around 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 j[A]itney packed like sardines, with [G]bananas [A]piled on[D] top.
[Verse 2]
[D]I ran away from politics, [G]it's too bizarre at home,
[A]Away I flew, tuned in to Blue, [G]maybe 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.
[Bridge]
[D]So while I [G]make my m[D]ove, on the [A]big board[D] game,
Up and [G]down a Spanish [D]highway, some t[A]hings remain the [D]same.
[G]Girls meet [D]boys and [A]boys tease [Bm]girls,
I'm [G]headin' out this [D]morning for the f[G]ar side [A]of the w[D]orld.
[Verse 3]
[D]Oh I believe in song lines, [G]obvious and not,
I've [A]ridden them like camels, to some [G]most pec[A]uliar sp[D]ots.
[D]They run across the oceans, through m[G]ountains and saloons,
A[A]nd tonight out to the desert, where I [G]sit a[A]top this[D] dune.
[Verse 4]
[D]I was destined for this vantage point, [G]which is so far from the sea,
I've [A]lived it in the pages of [G]Saint-Ex[A]upery[D].
[D]From Paris to Tunisia, C[G]asablanca to Dakar,
I was [A]riding long before I flew, through the [G]wind and [A]sand and [D]stars.
[Bridge]
[G]Carav[D]an, [A]ride that[D] hump,
[G]Timbuk[D]tu's a j[A]illion b[D]umps.
[G]Sleeping bags and [D]battle flags are c[A]oiled and [Bm]furled,
[G]That's the way you [D]travel to the [G]far side[A] of the [D]world.
[Verse 5]
[D]A sunset framed by lightning bolts [G]burns a lasting memory,
And a[A] string of tiny twinkling lights a[G]dorn the[A] sausage[D] tree.
[D]While the embers from the log fire [G]flicker, fly, and twirl,
Th[A]en drift off toward the cosmos, from the [G]far side[A] of the [D]world.
[Verse 6]
[D]Well it's Christmas and my birthday, [G]and so to that extent,
The M[A]asai, not the wise men, are [G]circli[A]ng my [D]tent.
[D]I teach them how to play guitar, [G]they show me how to dance,
We have [A]rum from the Caribbean, and [G]Burgundy [A]from F[D]rance.
[Verse 7]
[D]New Year's Eve in Zanzibar, with [G]Babu and his boys,
High [A]up on the rooftop, you can [G]relish a[A]ll the [D]noise.
[D]They're dancing on the tables, p[G]eople bouncing like gazelles,
Two [A]oh oh one is ushered in with ai[G]r-raid h[A]orns and b[D]ells.
[Bridge]
[G]Time to [D]sing, t[A]ime to [D]dance,
[G]Living o[D]ut my s[A]econd c[D]hance.
[G]Cobras and s[D]leeping bags are [A]coiled and [Bm]curled,
[G]That's the way it [D]happens on the [G]far side [A]of the [D]world.
[Verse 8]
[D]Back at home, it's afternoon six [G]thousand miles away,
It wi[A]ll still be there when I get through [G]attending [A]this so[D]iree.
[D]There are jobs and chores and questions, and [G]plates I need to twirl,
Bu[A]t tonight I'll take my chances on the [G]far side [A]of the [D]world.
[G]Yes, that's the way it [D]happens on the [G]far side [A]of the [D]world.
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