Last Mango in Paris

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By Jimmy Buffett

I went down to Captain Tony's

To get out of the heat

I heard a voice call out to me

"Son come have a seat"

I had to search my memory

As I looked into those eyes

Our lives have changed like the weather

But a legend never dies

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

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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