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F# _ _ _
B _ .
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E _ _ _ .
B _ _
F# _ _
B _ _ _ .
I got my toes in the
E water, ass in the
B.
sand, not a
G#m worry in the world,
F# a cold beer in my.
hand, life is
E good today, _ _
F# life is good
B today.
_ Well a plane touched
E down just about three o'clock
B and the city's
F# still on my mind.
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B Bikinis and palm trees
E danced in my
G#m head, I was still in
F# the baggage
B line.
_ _ Concrete cars, oh
E they owned prison
B bars, like this life
F# I'm living in.
B _ But the plane brought me
F# farther,
E I'm surrounded by
G#m water and I'm not
F# going back
B again.
_ I got my toes in the water,
E ass in the sand, not
B a worry in
G#m the world, a
F# cold beer in my.
hand,
B life
E is good today, _ .
_
F# life is good
B today.
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E Adios and vial, con dios, _ yeah I'm leaving
B G.
A.
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F# And if it weren't for Kilo and pretty señoritas, I'd have no reason
B to stay.
_ _ _ Adios and vial,
E con dios, _ yeah I'm leaving
B G.
A.
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F# Gonna lay in the hot
C#m sun and roll a big fat
F# one and
B grab my guitar and play.
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E _ _ _
G#m _ _
F# _ _ .
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B _ _ The four days flew
E by like a drunk Friday night as
B summer drew to
F# an end.
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B They can't believe
E that I just couldn't leave
B and I bid
F# adieu to my
B friends.
_ Cause my bartender,
E she's from the
B islands, her body's been kissed by
F# the sun.
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B And coconut replaces
E the smell of the bar and
B I don't know if it's her or the rum.
I got my toes in the water,
E ass in the sand,
B not a worry in the world, a cold
F# beer in my hand,.
life is
E good today, _ .
_
F# _ life is good
B today.
_ _ .
_ _ Adios and
E vial, con dios, _ _ a long way
B from G.
A.
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_ Yes _
F# and all the muchachas, they call me Big Papa, when I throw pesos
B their way.
_ _ Adios and
E vial, con dios, _ _ a long way
B from G.
A.
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F# Someone do me a favor and pour me some Jager and
B I'll grab my guitar and play.
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C# _ _
B _ _ .
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E _ _ _
G#m _
B _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ Adios and
E vial, con dios, _ _ golden home
B not stay.
_ _ _ _ _ .
F# The señoritas don't care when there's no dinero, yeah, I got no money
B to stay.
_ _ Adios and
E vial, con dios, _ _ golden home
B not stay.
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F# _ _ .
Just gonna prop up by the lake
B and put my ass in a lawn chair, toes
G#m in the clay,.
not a worry in the world,
F# a PBR on the way,
E life is good today, _
F# _
B life is good today.
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