Biografia:
Terry Allen (May 7, 1943 in Wichita, Kansas) is a country music singer in the outlaw country genre, painter, and conceptual artist from Lubbock, Texas, and living in Santa Fe, New Mexico. His father was Fletcher ("Sled") Allen (b. August 23, 1886 in West Plains, Missouri – October 16, 1959 in Lubbock, Texas) a catcher in 1910 for the St. Louis Browns who continued his career as a player-manager in the Texas League.
He attended Monterey High School in Lubbock, Texas.
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[Section 1]
[Verse 1]
C G
See how the rain
F C
Falls from the sky
C G
Drifting down
F C
From your high mountain's eye
G7
But don't look surprised
C
You're going home
[chorus 1]
C
Yeah you're leaving L.A
Dm
On a cloudy day
Em G
Pushing the crowd away
F G
You gonna get away today
C Dm
An you turn on your radio
Em
An' let the wind blow
G
With your rock n roll
F
Down the highway
G
All the way
[Verse 2]
C G
Ah but see how, the lightning
F C
Makes cracks in your air
C G
Tearing the clouds
F C
Then closing the tear
G7
Yeah but you're not surprised
Anymore
C
You're going home
Am
To Mexico
[Section 2]
Am C D
Four hundred years ago
D Am
Down in Mexico
Am C Am
The Spanish galleons drew near
Am C
And the Aztec warriors watched
D
From their mountain sides
Am
Yeah the fear in their eyes
C Am
As clear as their end it was near
Am
Yeah Cortez he come
C
With his men and his guns
D
And a Spanish Christ
Am
Alive on his lip
Am
But as soon as he touched ground
C
Well his men wanted to turn around
D Am
So he burned down the turn around ships
Am
Yeah he crossed all that water
C
With his cannon and fodder
D
If need be to slaughter
Am
For Gods and for gold
Am
An he wouldn't let no man
C D
Talk him in to being anything other than
Am
Conquistador bold
Am C D Am
Yeah Pachuco to Paradi-ise (x2)
[Section 1]
[Verse 3]
C G F C
C G
Yeah a Colorado rain
F C
Falls on your California glass
C G
Washing away the hardline
F C
From your California past
G7
Ah but you're not surprised anymore
C
You're going home
[Chorus 2]
C Dm
Cause just out of Cortez
Em G
Well the radio man says
F
That they's a lookin for you
G
They gonna get you
C Dm
But your guns on your map
Em G
And they're both in your lap
F
Besides your Chic's with you
G
So you gonna get through
[verse 4]
C
Yeah see how the lightning
F C
Ah but see how the lightning
C G
Makes cracks in your air
C G
Tearing the clouds
F C
Then closin the tear
G7
Yeah but you're not surprised anymore
C
You're going home
Am
To Paradise
[Verse 1]
C G
See how the rain
F C
Falls from the sky
C G
Drifting down
F C
From your high mountain's eye
G7
But don't look surprised
C
You're going home
[chorus 1]
C
Yeah you're leaving L.A
Dm
On a cloudy day
Em G
Pushing the crowd away
F G
You gonna get away today
C Dm
An you turn on your radio
Em
An' let the wind blow
G
With your rock n roll
F
Down the highway
G
All the way
[Verse 2]
C G
Ah but see how, the lightning
F C
Makes cracks in your air
C G
Tearing the clouds
F C
Then closing the tear
G7
Yeah but you're not surprised
Anymore
C
You're going home
Am
To Mexico
[Section 2]
Am C D
Four hundred years ago
D Am
Down in Mexico
Am C Am
The Spanish galleons drew near
Am C
And the Aztec warriors watched
D
From their mountain sides
Am
Yeah the fear in their eyes
C Am
As clear as their end it was near
Am
Yeah Cortez he come
C
With his men and his guns
D
And a Spanish Christ
Am
Alive on his lip
Am
But as soon as he touched ground
C
Well his men wanted to turn around
D Am
So he burned down the turn around ships
Am
Yeah he crossed all that water
C
With his cannon and fodder
D
If need be to slaughter
Am
For Gods and for gold
Am
An he wouldn't let no man
C D
Talk him in to being anything other than
Am
Conquistador bold
Am C D Am
Yeah Pachuco to Paradi-ise (x2)
[Section 1]
[Verse 3]
C G F C
C G
Yeah a Colorado rain
F C
Falls on your California glass
C G
Washing away the hardline
F C
From your California past
G7
Ah but you're not surprised anymore
C
You're going home
[Chorus 2]
C Dm
Cause just out of Cortez
Em G
Well the radio man says
F
That they's a lookin for you
G
They gonna get you
C Dm
But your guns on your map
Em G
And they're both in your lap
F
Besides your Chic's with you
G
So you gonna get through
[verse 4]
C
Yeah see how the lightning
F C
Ah but see how the lightning
C G
Makes cracks in your air
C G
Tearing the clouds
F C
Then closin the tear
G7
Yeah but you're not surprised anymore
C
You're going home
Am
To Paradise
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