Going To Bolivia

G F# F E D (4x)

[Verse 1]
D              G
i cut myself a two-foot switch from some
A                     D
tropical hardwood nearby.
                                          G
and the sounds of a carnival drifted miraculously
                      A               D
trough the air from a thousand miles away.
                         G
the monkeys jumped from tree to tree.
D                 G
it sent a deathly chill trough me
   G   A   D
in Bo- li- via

[Verse 2]
    D              G                  A            D
and wildcats i had never seen claimed places in my room.
                        G                           A           D
and animals noises rang trough the thick brush like voices from the tomb.
                  G
i saw the freshly polished chrome
D               G
gleaming in the mid-day sun.
     D                   G
and i knew that you were coming home
   G   A   D
to Bo- li- via

[Outro]
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