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Down to the banana republics, down to the
tropical sunGo the expatriated americans, hopin
to find some funSome of them go for the sailing,
caught by the lure of the seaTryin to find what
is ailing, livin in the land of the freeSome
of them are running from lovers, leaving no
foreward addressSome of them are running tons of
ganjaSome are running from the i.r.s.Late at
night you will find themIn the cheap hotels and
barsHustling the senioritas while they dance
beneath the starsSpending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a limeSingin give me
some words I can dance toOr a melody that
rhymesFirst you learn the native customsSoon a
word of spanish or twoYou know that you cannot
trust themcause they know they cant trust
youExpatriated americans feelin so all
aloneTelling themselves the same liesThat they
told themselves back homeDown to the banana
republics, things arent as warm as they
seemNone of the natives are buying any
second-hand american dreamsDown to the banana
republics, down to the tropical sunGo the
expatriated americans hopin to find some fun
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This map illustrates Costa Ricas leading banana
plantations situated along the historical
Atlantic Railroad path (HIGH-LIGHTED IN YELLOW).
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