Far Side of the World Jimmy Buffett
Jimmy Buffett - Far Side Of The World
(verse)
[D]Ramadan is over, The n[G]ew 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 ba[G]mboo shacks and shops,
Behind a [A]gitney packed like sardines, With [G]bananas [A]piled on[D] top,
I [D]ran away from politics, It's t[G]oo bizar[A]re at ho[D]me,
[A]Away I flew, tuned into Blue,
Maybe [G]Amster[A]dam or [D]Rome, Awakened by a stewardess,
With [G]Spain somewhere below, On the t[A]hreshold 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)
Oh I believe in song lines,
Obvious and not,
I'd ridden them like camels,
To some most peculiar spots,
They run across the oceans,
Through mountains and saloons,
And tonight out to the dessert,
Where I sit atop this dune,
I was destined for this vantage point,
Which is so far from the Sea,
I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery,
Cassablanca to Dakkar,
I was riding long before I flew,
Through the wind and sand and stars,
(chorus)
[G]Carav[D]an, [A]Ride that hu[D]mp,
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)
A Sunset framed by lightening bolts,
Burns a lasting memory,
And a string of tiny twinkling lights,
adorn the sausage tree,
While the embers from the log fire,
Flicker, fly, and twirl,
Then drift off toward the cosmos,
Well it's Christmas and my birthday,
and so to that extent,
The Masai not the wise men,
Are circling my tent,
I teach them how to play guitar,
They show me how to dance,
We have rum from the Caribbean,
And Burgundy from France,
New Year's Eve in Zanziba,
With Babo and his boys,
High up on the rooftop,
You can relish all the noise,
They are dancing on the tables,
People bouncing like gazelles,
Two 001 is ushered in,
With air raid horns and bells,
(chorus)
[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)
Back at home, it's afternoon
Six thousand miles away.
I will still be there when I get through
Attending this soiree
There are jobs and chores and questions
And plates I need to twirl,
But tonight I'll take my chances,
On the Far Side of the World.
[G]That's the way it [D]happens
On the [A]Far Side of the [D]World.
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