¡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: Am
Am G Am
Morgan, the man with no tan comes in on the midday train
G
Takes a room in a pensione down by the beach
Am G Em
Unwraps his pistol, counts out the bullets beside it
Am G Em Am
Four bullets, two men, it's certain with two bullets each
Am G Am
Down in the town the old men sit round by the harbour
G
Watch as the tourists break all etiquette in the bars
Am G Em
At twilight the festival starts with a feast in the plaza
Am G Em Am
Followed by music and wine, fireworks and cigars
F Em Am
Twilight arrives, the streets come alive
F Em Am
The Mayor and the Chief watch it begin
F G Am
A girl on a bike turns very businesslike
A# A
Leaves 50 grand and a pardon for the sins
C G Am C G Am
Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli
C G Am Em
You can taste your death in every silent breath
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Am G Am
On Morgan's cheap TV the ministers agree at the summit
G
In a room straight above there's a couple making love with a cheer
Am G Em
Out across the water the statue of Christ throws a shadow
Am G Em Am
It falls across the city to the window of the volunteer
F Em Am
On the Avenue de France a beggar does a dance
F Em Am
Sells chocolate to the marching men in masks
F G Am
The Guardia Civile get a tip about a kill
A# A
Morgan doubts but no-one's out to ask
C G Am C G Am
Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli
C G Am Em
You can taste your death in every silent breath
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Am G Am
The festival's begun; Morgan tucks the gun inside his jacket
G
Walks towards the plaza singing "Boys of the Old Brigade"
Am G Em
Is followed by a rifle, confronted by the guards at a corner
Am G Em Am
Lifts his hands like the statue and dies in the fusillade
F Em Am
Now the gunfire's heard, someone gives the word
F Em Am
Fireworks crash, the marching band turns right
F G Am
Someone in a mask throws a bomb and does the task
A# A
Rides off with a girl on the back of a motorbike
C G Am C G Am
Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli
C G Am Em
You can taste your death in every silent breath
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy...
Am G Am
Morgan, the man with no tan comes in on the midday train
G
Takes a room in a pensione down by the beach
Am G Em
Unwraps his pistol, counts out the bullets beside it
Am G Em Am
Four bullets, two men, it's certain with two bullets each
Am G Am
Down in the town the old men sit round by the harbour
G
Watch as the tourists break all etiquette in the bars
Am G Em
At twilight the festival starts with a feast in the plaza
Am G Em Am
Followed by music and wine, fireworks and cigars
F Em Am
Twilight arrives, the streets come alive
F Em Am
The Mayor and the Chief watch it begin
F G Am
A girl on a bike turns very businesslike
A# A
Leaves 50 grand and a pardon for the sins
C G Am C G Am
Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli
C G Am Em
You can taste your death in every silent breath
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Am G Am
On Morgan's cheap TV the ministers agree at the summit
G
In a room straight above there's a couple making love with a cheer
Am G Em
Out across the water the statue of Christ throws a shadow
Am G Em Am
It falls across the city to the window of the volunteer
F Em Am
On the Avenue de France a beggar does a dance
F Em Am
Sells chocolate to the marching men in masks
F G Am
The Guardia Civile get a tip about a kill
A# A
Morgan doubts but no-one's out to ask
C G Am C G Am
Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli
C G Am Em
You can taste your death in every silent breath
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Am G Am
The festival's begun; Morgan tucks the gun inside his jacket
G
Walks towards the plaza singing "Boys of the Old Brigade"
Am G Em
Is followed by a rifle, confronted by the guards at a corner
Am G Em Am
Lifts his hands like the statue and dies in the fusillade
F Em Am
Now the gunfire's heard, someone gives the word
F Em Am
Fireworks crash, the marching band turns right
F G Am
Someone in a mask throws a bomb and does the task
A# A
Rides off with a girl on the back of a motorbike
C G Am C G Am
Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli
C G Am Em
You can taste your death in every silent breath
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Am Em Am
Fear the curse, thought the enemy...
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