Gilbert John Clarke (Cleveland, 17 de agosto de 1962) é um guitarrista estadunidense, mais conhecido por ter tocado no Guns N' Roses.
Tocou em pequenas bandas como Candy e Kills for Thrills. Em 1991, Izzy Stradlin' resolveu abandonar o Guns N' Roses, e Gilby foi contratado para a Use Your Illusion Tour. Gilby ainda tocou um tempo no Rolling Stones fazendo a segunda guitarra. Em 1993, Gilby gravou com o Guns The Spaghetti Incident?, e ainda em 1993 Gilby saiu da banda, sob a alegação de que Axl Rose não dava importância às suas músicas.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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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.