Walker - Tropic Of No Return

         E                         
That the last thing I’d see’d be 
         B
the window bars
      A                   E
Of a (Southern?) American town
            E                      
If you’d of told me that a year ago
          B
 in New Orleans
       A                     E
I’d of laughed the cat house down


[Chorus]
         A                         
Ain’t no musket ball or cannon shot
 E
 laid my company down
   A                        C#m   
Mosquito on the lake, (took Indian
               B                   
 jade, and the fever’s on my breath
   E
 tonight?)


[Verse 2]
         E                         
Well the boys went mango (huntin’?)
                           B
 and they ran through the (lines?)
           A           E
There in a Costa Rican town
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         E                      
Oh, they must be eatin’ good and 
                       B
they’re drinking fine wine
        A             E
While I lay my burden down


[Chorus]
         A                         
Ain’t no musket ball or cannon shot
 E
 laid my company down
   A                         C#m  
Mosquitos on the lake, (took 
                B                  
Indian jade, and the fever’s on my 
    E
breath tonight?)


[Instrumental]
E     B       A   E
E     B       A   E


[Chorus]
         A                         
Ain’t no musket ball or cannon shot
 E
 laid my company down
   A                         C#m  
Mosquitos on the lake, (took 
                B                  
Indian jade, and the fever’s on my 
    E
breath tonight?)


[Verse 3]
         E                         
Well the boys went mango (huntin’?)
                           B
 and they ran through the (lines?)
           A           E
There in a Costa Rican town
         E                      
Oh, they must be eatin’ good and 
                       B
they’re drinking fine wine
        A             E
While I lay my burden down


[Chorus]
         A                         
Ain’t no musket ball or cannon shot
 E
 laid my company down
   A                         C#m  
Mosquitos on the lake, (took 
                B                  
Indian jade, and the fever’s on my 
    A  E
breath tonight?)