Gene Clark, born Harold Eugene Clark (born Tipton, Missouri, November 17, 1944[1] - May 24, 1991) was an American singer-songwriter, and one of the founding members of the folk-rock group The Byrds.
Gene Clark is best remembered for being The Byrds main songwriter between 1964 and 1966. He created a large catalogue of music in several genres but failed to achieve solo commercial success. Clark was one of the earliest exponents of psychedelic rock, baroque pop, newgrass, country rock and alternative country.
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Intro (very simplified): BbC (3X) GCDGC e:---------------------------3--5--6--15---------| B:-------3-----3--5-------6----------------------| G:-3-3-5---5-5-----------------------------------| D:-----------------------------------------------|
FBbC Got a message this morning FBbC And the message was clear FDm She's changing planes in New Orleans AmCsus4C Moving back to this hemisphere
FBbC She got too lonely in Rio FBbC Going out of her mind FDm Hard to keep her profile down AmCsus4C With a face so well defined
Chorus: DmBb Now she swears it's behind her CAm All the smugglers schemes BbC How could such a nightmare D Come out of such a beautiful dream DmBb Who would think you'd get lonely CAm In a town that knows no shame BbC Where the biggest attraction G Is playing dangerous games Bb Playing dangerous games C Playing
Started out in Vallarta On just a innocent fling She took it back to Newport Beach And turned it into a diamond ring
But one thing led to another She got caught up in a tide She was the queen of the social scene With all the jokers by her side
Chorus + Intro A South American sailor Who wore the naval tattoo Took her so much higher than Any man she ever knew
In all the capital cities He's known by numerous names When the heat came down on the underground His name was already changed
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In the festival season Right in the middle of town Man was there with an icy stare To make sure that the deal went down
And just as quick as it started It was over and done The icy stare turned into a flare On the fire of his gun