Gilby Clarke es un guitarrista, nacido en Cleveland, Ohio (Estados Unidos), el 17 de agosto de 1962. Pasó su niñez practicando con instrumentos musicales y descuidando la escuela. A principios de los '80, formó parte de la banda de pop Candy, que lanzó un disco, Whatever Happened to Fun, antes de ingresar a la banda de metal Kill for Thrills.
Es más conocido por un período de tres años en donde se desempeñó como guitarra rítmica de Guns N' Roses.
¡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!
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Intro: [F#5A5B5F#5 (C5-B5-A5)] x2
F#5A5 Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion B5F#5 for this evening of oblivion F#5A5 Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it makes me B5F#5 lonely with the friends I never had F#5A5 Packing up my Mustang cuz' this city has no heart, B5F#5 it sucks you in and spits you out F#5A5 Patiently I'm seeking my destination is unknown, B5F#5 I followed the road down to Mexico
D5A5 Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong, D5A5 Riff I'm just a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home F#5A5B5D5 He smiled and said "senor you're not in Texas anymore" C5B5A5F#5 Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Ti--jua--na Jail
[C5-B5-A5-F#5] x3
Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell it's my home, at least for now, it seems like forever Sleeping on the floor with the rats, crawling up my ass, I'm gonna kill that officer
Sorry Mr. Officer but I'm gonna get revenge, on this side of the border 20 pesos get you dead He smiled and said "senor I think I'll drink to your threats" Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana Jail
SOLO
In my destitution suicides a solution, but I'm a gambler, and I'm not cashed in The sun is going down and my problems will be solved by dawn, but not by justice I smelled liquor on his breath, I knew this is my last chance, I begged give a dying man his last drink He handed me a glass with just the worm and he laughed I pulled a switchblade from my boot and shoved it in his throat
Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong, I'm a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home He smiled and said "senor you're not in Texas anymore" Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Texas Jail.