E                A
I went down to Captain Tony's
    E              A
To get out of the heat
    E                A
I heard a voice call out to me
  E               A
"Son come have a seat"
  C#m              F#m
I had to search my memory
     C#m               A
As I looked into those eyes
    C#m                         F#m
Our lives have changed like the weather
       B
But a legend never dies

Chorus:
                E             A
     I ate the last mango in Paris
               B                   E
     Took the last plane out of Saigon
                C#m                F#m
     I took the first fast boat to China
          A            B                   E
     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...

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Chords:  C#m - |x46654| or |xx212o|     F#m - |244222| or |xx4222|
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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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//   Mike A. Hall           // "If I don't die by Thursday,    //
//   mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu  //  I'll be roarin' Friday night." //
//                          //                 --J.Buffett     //
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