Hot Burrito #1 The Flying Burrito Brothers
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[C]Yes you [F]loved [C]me and you [F]sold all my [C]clothes
[F]I love [C]you but that's the [F]way that it g[C]oes
So it [Dm]goes guess you [F]know how I [G]feel
So it [Dm]goes it just [F]couldn't be [G]real
And [F]we k[C]now it's wrong[F] [C] and I [F]don't think it's g[C]onna go o[F]n[C]
When I [Dm]come home [F]carrying my s[G]hoes
I've been [Dm]waiting to [F]tell you some [G]news
And [F]you want me [C]home all night[F] [C]
And you [F]don't want a[C]nother [F]fight[C]
But you better l[G]ove find some love
You better love me Jesus [C]Christ
[F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [Dm] [F] [G] [Dm] [F] [G] [C]Yes you [F]loved [C]me and you [F]sold all my [C]clothes
[F]I love [C]you but that's the [F]way that it g[C]oes
So it [Dm]goes guess you [F]know how I [G]feel
So it [Dm]goes it just [F]couldn't be [G]real
And [F]you want me [C]home all night[F] [C]
And you [F]don't want a[C]nother fight[F] [C]
But you better l[G]ove find some l[C]ove
You better love me Jesus [C]Christ
[F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [Dm] [F] [G] [Dm] [F] [G] Copyright @ 1969 Irving Music Inc.(BMI)
From the "Gilded Palace Of Sin" LP
Flying Burrito Brothers To Romona written by Bob Dylan
R[C]omona come closer shut softley your watery [G]eyes
The pangs of your sadness shall pass as your senses will [C]rise
But the [F]flowers of the city thou breath like yet death like the at
[G]times
There's no use in trying to deal with the dying
Though I can not explain that in [C]rhymes
Y[C]our cracked country lips I still wish to kiss
Have to be by the touch of your [G]skin
Your magnetic movements still capture the moments I'm [C]in
It g[F]rieves my heart love to see you trying to be a part of a world
that just don't [G]exist
It's all just a scheme babe a vaccum of dreams that sucks you into
feeling like [C]this
[C]I've heard you say many times that your better than no-one
And no-one is better than [G]you
If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and
nothing to [C]lose
From f[F]ixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does s[G]tem
They'll hype you & type & make you feel that you got to be just like
[C]them
I'd forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a
meaningless
[G]ring
For deep in my heart there's no help I can [C]bring
E[F]verything passes everything changes just do what you think you should
[G]do
Then someday maybe who knows baby I'll come and be crying to yo[C]u
Copyright @ 1964 M. Witmark & Sons
From the "Flying Burrito Bros" LP
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