Gene Clark, nacido Harold Eugene Clark (Tipton, Missouri, 17 de noviembre de 1944– 24 de mayo de 1991) fue un cantautor estadounidense, y uno de los fundadores del grupo de folk-rock The Byrds.
Gene Clark es recordado por ser el principal compositor en los Byrds entre 1964 y 1966. Creó un gran catálogo de canciones en varios estilos, pero no logró obtener éxito comercial. Clark fue uno de los primeros ejemplos de rock psicodélico, pop barroco, newgrass, country rock y country alternativo.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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
Chorus
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