For The Summer That Was Lost...
The way you care for me it's so kind
Love to see you again wish I had more time
He was laughing as he brushed my cheek
Why don't you call me baby maybe next week
Promise now cross your heart and hope to die
Chorus
But I misunderstood
But I misunderstood
But I misunderstood
I thought he was saying good luck
He was saying goodbye
Repeat Chorus
Things I tried to put shine in his eyes
Wire wheels and shimmering things
Wild nights when the whole world seemed to fly
He said the thing that's so u
Banana Republics
By: Steve Goodman, Jim Rothermel, Steve Burgh
1977
Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans, hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing, caught by the lure of the sea
Tryin' to find what is ailing, livin' in the land of the free
Some of them are running from lovers, leaving no foreward address
Some of them are running tons of ganja
Some are running from the I.R.S.
Chorus:
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin' give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody 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
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:
Late at night you will find them
In the cheap hotels and bars
Hustling the senioritas while they dance beneath the stars
Spending those renegade pesos on a bottle of rum and a lime
Singin' give me some words I can dance to
Or a melody that rhymes
Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans hopin' to find some fun