Biography:
By the end of 2003, in the heart of that dry, golden desert that is Castille, three good friends decided it was time for them to do whatever felt most natural to themselves. Rockers, buskers, ramblers, stoners, party fuellers... the bunch would definitely get on well. Going by the name of Arizona Baby, Marcos Ubeda (percussion, vocals), Ruben Marron (lead guitar) and Javier Vielba (vocals, guitar) played their first show as supporting act to Ainara LeGardon.
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Capo in 2
Am E
Nobody in the street, just an empty ghost town
Twelve on the clock, there are no kids playing games
Peering in the saloon, you could smell fear around
Shhh..."don't speak, little bitch, that's The Man With No Name"
Am E
Grandfather's gone, kids are in bed, shaking they stare at the roof
There is a drone of mutters and sobs, coming from women alone
Am Am Am Am
BANG BANG, BANG BANG!
E
There's a blast in the air
Am Am Am Am
RUN RUN, RUN RUN!
E
A horse down the line
BANG BANG, BANG BANG!
He now thinks of her
RUN RUN, RUN RUN!
Leave all this behind
Instrumental: Am E G D Am D Am D
Am E
The stranger becomes a mark on the grip of the gun
The Man With No Name taps along to a Mexican song
He gets to the bar, gets everyone one more round
Dust on the glass, girls sing and dance, nobody noticed him go
Sun on his face, a shadow ahead, he seems to know what to do
Five grand per head, a ticket to Hell, "kiss life goodbye my dear son!"
Am Am Am Am
BANG BANG, BANG BANG!
E
There's a blast in the air
RUN RUN, RUN RUN!
A horse down the line
BANG BANG, BANG BANG!
He now thinks of her
RUN RUN, RUN RUN!
Leave all this behind
(Solo)
Am
There goes the man, there goes the man,
E
there goes The Man With No Name
G
You better not, you better not,
D
you better not play his game
There goes the man, there goes the man,
there goes The Man With No Name
You better not, you better not,
you better not play his game
Am E G D
Am E
Nobody in the street, just an empty ghost town
Twelve on the clock, there are no kids playing games
Peering in the saloon, you could smell fear around
Shhh..."don't speak, little bitch, that's The Man With No Name"
Am E
Grandfather's gone, kids are in bed, shaking they stare at the roof
There is a drone of mutters and sobs, coming from women alone
Am Am Am Am
BANG BANG, BANG BANG!
E
There's a blast in the air
Am Am Am Am
RUN RUN, RUN RUN!
E
A horse down the line
BANG BANG, BANG BANG!
He now thinks of her
RUN RUN, RUN RUN!
Leave all this behind
Instrumental: Am E G D Am D Am D
Am E
The stranger becomes a mark on the grip of the gun
The Man With No Name taps along to a Mexican song
He gets to the bar, gets everyone one more round
Dust on the glass, girls sing and dance, nobody noticed him go
Sun on his face, a shadow ahead, he seems to know what to do
Five grand per head, a ticket to Hell, "kiss life goodbye my dear son!"
Am Am Am Am
BANG BANG, BANG BANG!
E
There's a blast in the air
RUN RUN, RUN RUN!
A horse down the line
BANG BANG, BANG BANG!
He now thinks of her
RUN RUN, RUN RUN!
Leave all this behind
(Solo)
Am
There goes the man, there goes the man,
E
there goes The Man With No Name
G
You better not, you better not,
D
you better not play his game
There goes the man, there goes the man,
there goes The Man With No Name
You better not, you better not,
you better not play his game
Am E G D
