Tom: C
Introdução:
C E7
Babe I'm leaving the country
F G
You know I just gotta go
C Bb
This record company bullsh *t
C E7
They break my heart, they rape my soul
F G
And they're only after the dollar
C E7
And they're dollars, they're dollars
F G
They're house in the hills
C E7
I'm gonna break free of this saccharine sunshine
C E7
So come on down to cuba
F G
Come play in the sand
C E7
We can drink and go scuba
F G
We'll make love out on the beach
C E7
And then we'll run out
F G
Away from the world
C C/B Am G
And I will be your jungle hero
F G
And you, you, you can be my girl.
I'm gonna go down to cuba
I'm gonna make me some brand new friends
I'm gonna wait for the country to open
And when the music mother f *ckers try to move right in
I'm gonna be there already waiting
With my long-range rifle and a perfect plan
And when they're all walking on the guitar mat
I'm gonna say "i want my wham, bam, thank you," and
So come on down to cuba
Come play in the sand
We can drink and go scuba
We'll make love out on the beach
And then we'll run out
Away from the world
And I will be your drunken hero
And you, you, you can be my girl.
F G
Don't tell me that I'm crazy
C C/B Am G
You know that I'm right
F G
Sometimes we have to run
Am
To fight.
So come on down to cuba
Come play in the sand
We can drink and go scuba
We'll make love out on the beach
And then we'll run out
Away from the world
And I will be your jungle hero
And you, you, you can be my girl.
Come on down to cuba,
Come play in the sand.
Ahhhhh-ahhhhhhh.