El country, la literatura de Faulkner, el algodón… todo el sur ha influenciado a Jimmy Buffet. Y También James Taylor ¿por qué no? El caribe ha lanzado muchos cuentos de traficantes de alcohol conocidos como “Rum-runners” (corredores de ron), piratas, vagabundos, prostitutas de puerto y los exiliados (algunos impuestos personalmente, otros no) del norte que han aparecido como el núcleo de historias y canciones. Pero lo cierto es que Jimmy
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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Last Mango in Paris =================== By Jimmy Buffett
EA I went down to Captain Tony's EA To get out of the heat EA I heard a voice call out to me EA "Son come have a seat" C#mF#m I had to search my memory C#mA As I looked into those eyes C#mF#m Our lives have changed like the weather B But a legend never dies
Chorus: EA I ate the last mango in Paris BE Took the last plane out of Saigon C#mF#m I took the first fast boat to China ABE And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
I had a third world girl in Buzian With a pistol in each hand She always kept me covered As we roamed from land to land
I had a damn good run on Wall Street With my high fashion model wife 'till I woke up dry beneath the African sky Just me and my Swiss Army knife
I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
We shot the breeze for hours As the sun fell from the sky And like the sun he disappeared Before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark thirty When I went back to the head I read upon the dingy wall The words the old man said
I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done
That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante...
------------------------------------------------------------------- Chords: C#m - |x46654| or |xx212o| F#m - |244222| or |xx4222| ------------------------------------------------------------------- This song was done without having listened to it in a while, so there may be errors. Thanks to Kevin Shuholm for the arrangement and to Roy Thompson and Don Seto for lyrics help.
Hope y'all enjoy it...
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