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The Far Side Of The World Jimmy Buffet Verse 1:

^DRamadan is over, the ^Gnew moon's shown her face, I'm ^Ahalf way around the planet in a ^Gmost ^Aunlikely ^Dplace. Following my song line past ^Gbamboo shacks and shops, Be^Ahind the chimney packed like sardines with ^Gbananas ^Apiled on ^Dtop.

I've ran away from politics that's ^Gtoo bizarre at home, The ^Away I flew too in the blue, maybe ^GAmster^Adam or ^DRome. Awakened by a stewardess with ^GSpain somewhere below, On the ^Athreshold of adventure, God I ^Gdo love ^Athis job ^Dso.

So while I ^Gmake my ^Dmove on the ^Abig board ^Dgame, Up and ^Gdown that Spanish ^Dhighway, some ^Athings remain the ^Dsame, ^GGirls meet ^Dboys and ^Aboys tease ^Bmgirls, I'm ^Gheadin' out this ^Dmorning for the^Gfar ^Aside of the ^Dworld.

Verse 2:

Oh I believe in song lines, ^Gobvious and not, I've ^Aridden them like camels to some ^Gmost ^Apeculiar ^Dspots. They run across the oceans, through ^Gmountains and saloons, To^Anight out to the desert where I ^Gsit a^Atop this ^Ddune.

I was destined for this vantage point, ^Gthough so far from the sea, I've ^Alived it in the pages from ^GSaint-^AEquer^Dry. From Paris to Tunisia, Casa^Gblanca to Dakar, I was ^Ariding long before I flew through the ^Gwind and ^Asand and ^Dstars.

^GCara^Dvan, ^Aride that ^Dhump, and ^GTimbuk^Atu's a ^Ajillion ^Dbumps ^GSleeping bags and ^Dbattle flags are ^Acoiled and ^Bmfurled ^GThat's the way you ^Dtravel to the ^Gfar ^Aside of the ^Dworld!

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 from the Far Side of the World. 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 Zanzibar with Babu 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 0-0-1 is ushered in with air raid horns and bells. Time to sing time to dance, Living out my second chance. Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled That's the way it happens on the Far Side of the World. Back at home, it's afternoon six thousand miles away. It 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. Yes, that's the way it happens on the Far Side of the World.

Jimmy Buffett - Far side of the world