Roger Clyne is an amazing artist with a velvety voice and a devout fan following. Check his music out and if you ever find yourself in Mexico in June, definitely check him out at Rocky Point: https://www.facebook.com/circusmexicus
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!
The Ashes of San Miguel Peacemakers from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html Thanks to Michael Perry ([email protected]) for the chords
GCAmCmDD7GCD G I spun a bottle on a map to tell us which way to go, CAm now I'm hell-bound south in that Hermosillo. CmDD7 Got the ashes of my best friend in a cremation jar, GCD on the shotgun seat of the car. G Got the top chopped off, got the windows down. CAm One last tour through our happy happy hunting grounds. Cm Though we never made a kill, DD7GCD that was never really what we came down here for.
Am So give me a sign amigo, can you tell me, Bm did you go down laughing when you finally fell. D We had tales to tell we had songs to sing. Did you get your horns or did they give you wings, well either works just as well.
Ashes of San Miguel
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G Well its a hundred and one under this fanatical sun. CAm The black-eyed federales dripping sweat on their machine guns sayin' CmDD7GCD "drive on slow gringo, you ain't as important as you think you are." G I got a box of firecrackers and liquor to go, CAm Vamanos amigo, para Bahia Kino CmDD7 Well everything is here, from the pesos to the beer, GCD still no sign of your ghost.
Am So give me a sign amigo, can you tell me, Bm did you go down laughing when you finally fell. D We had tales to tell we had songs to sing. Did you get your horns or did they give you wings, well either works just as well.
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Em The desert's lovely, dark, and deep. G And I got no more promises left to keep. D But why tell me why, I got to drain the bottle dry, CGD Before I can cry, before I can cry over you
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G Well there's bones on the beach, and there's ashes in the jar, CAm a ghost in the air laughing at fools at the bar. CmDD7GCD And inside there's a river that don't run to the sea no more. G Life is cheap here, and death is rich. CAm They finally got you lucky son of a bitch. CmDD7G If I could do it again I'd cry out loud at your hospital bed.
Am So give me a sign amigo, can you tell me, Bm did you hit the ground laughing when you finally fell. DCGD We had tales to tell we had songs to sing. CGD Did you get your horns or did they give you wings, well either works just as well.