Goin’ Down to Panama     D. Seitz January, 14th 2006 

(each chord here gets 4 beats)

E               F#m          G#m               A

 I gotta get up     Get out     Get somewhere

E              F#m       G#m                    A

Over the bridge    go South    to nowhere

(here the chords get 2 beats each)

E                            Emaj7                   E7            E6

The water there is clear it’s singing out to me I hear it tell me

(Chords here get 1 beat each)

A      Amaj7   A   Amaj7  A  Amaj7 A6 A

Can    you    hear  it        c  a l  l i n g?

(each chord gets 4 beats)

E               A              E                                A                      E

Come on down to Panama  (I’m getting on the quickest flight.)

E              A              E                                A                      E

Come on down to Panama. (I know for sure the time is right)

 

E               F#m          G#m               A

I gotta get up      Get out     Get going

E               F#m          G#m               A

Taking a risk   take a chance      Not knowing

E                            Emaj7                   E7            E6

I’ll go down so I can see it will be better probably

A      Amaj7   A   Amaj7  A  Amaj7 A6 A

I’ve got   to     stop   my  s t a l l in g

E               A              E                                A                      E

I’m going down to Panama  (I’ve got my suitcase in my hand)

E              A              E                                A                      E

I’m going down to Panama. (It just might be my promised land)

F#m                                       G#m

I can picture you and me running barefoot on the beach

F#m                                               G#m

Just like in the travel brochure we could be the pretty people.

F#m                                               G#m

Play guitar down on the sand, I smile at you, you take my hand.

F#m                                        G#m                                             C 8counts

I can hear my heart a beating, getting stronger, now its beating.

 

I gotta wake up    drink something   stimulating

look at the clock  I’m running late       so frustrating

I’ve got to quit procrastinating Get my tickets, no debating

My alarm keeps ringing

 

I’m going down to Panama  (I’m walking through the looking glass.)

I’m going down to Panama.  (You get your car, I’ll buy the gas.)

                                               

I get on the bus   go to work      go somewhere

I see the same signs   the same cars     I’ m nowhere

People try to get away from me but there’s no way I’m on the 

elevator singing:

 

Wish I was going to Panama   If only in my dreams tonight

Wish I was going to Panama.   But I’m to scared to take the flight

Wish I was going to Panama   Don’t tick me off or I just might

Wish I was going to Panama. Do they have chitras there that bite?

Wish I was going to Panama.  If there’s a coup I’ll join the fight