San Blas Fantasy                      David Seitz 1992

D

Comin’ off de plane in tourist clothes

Bm

Round de Island now she goes

G                             D

Huntin’ for Mola animals.

D

I say hello but no reply

Bm

But I saw de twinkle of she eye

G                                            D

And off she goes to find da beach.

D                                     A                                      G

Maybe I’m a rich man    Maybe I’m a poor man   Maybe I’m the kinda man

                                D          A

Who’s gonna love you

Her bambam swaying too and fro,     For me for you I watch it go

Raticks man, you know de sight

 

Now she’s staring out to sea,   She’s drinking pipa next to me

With a little rum to spice it up.

D                                    A                                       G

Maybe I’m a rich man Maybe I’m a poor man   Maybe I’m the kinda man

                                    D     A

Who’s gonna love you

F#m                                             G

By nightfall she was in my arms

F#m                                                G

I was possessed with all she charms

A                           G              D   Bm   G    D A

It was a perfect day in paradise     (LEAD)

 

But soon to end she’s on de plane,   She won’t be coming back again

I close my eyes and turn away.

D                                   A                                    G

No I’m not a rich man  Yeah I am a poor man   No, I’m not de kinda man

                            D          A

Whos gonna love you  (repeat)