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From RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM Sun May 4 11:21:34 1997
Date: Mon, 17 Mar 1997 03:32:52 GMT
From: RICKL1@IX.NETCOM.COM
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: Hot Burrito #2 Flying Burrito Brothers Chords/Words
Flying Burrito Brothers Hot Burrito # 2 by Gram Parsons &
Chris Ethridge
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C F C F C
Yes you loved me and you sold all my clothes
F C F C
I love you but that`s the way that it goes
Dm F G
So it goes guess you know how I feel
Dm F G
So it goes it just couldn`t be real
F C F C F C F C
And we know it`s wrong and I don`t think it`s gonna go on
Dm F G
When I come home carrying my shoes
Dm F G
I`ve been waiting to tell you some news
F C F C
And you want me home all night
F C F C
And you don`t want another fight
G
But you better love find some love
C
You better love me Jesus Christ
F C F C F C F C F C F C Dm F G Dm F G
C F C F C
Yes you loved me and you sold all my clothes
F C F C
I love you but that`s the way that it goes
Dm F G
So it goes guess you know how I feel
Dm F G
So it goes it just couldn`t be real
F C F C
And you want me home all night
F C F C
And you don`t want another fight
G C
But you better love find some love
C
You better love me Jesus 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
C G
Romona come closer shut softley your watery eyes
C
The pangs of your sadness shall pass as your senses will rise
F
But the 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
C
Though I can not explain that in rhymes
C
Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss
G
Have to be by the touch of your skin
C
Your magnetic movements still capture the moments I`m in
F
It grieves my heart love to see you trying to be a part of a world
G
that just don`t exist
It`s all just a scheme babe a vaccum of dreams that sucks you into
C
feeling like this
C
I`ve heard you say many times that your better than no-one
G
And no-one is better than you
If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and
C
nothing to lose
F G
>From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem
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
C
For deep in my heart there`s no help I can bring
F
Everything passes everything changes just do what you think you should
G
do
C
Then someday maybe who knows baby I`ll come and be crying to you
Copyright @ 1964 M. Witmark & Sons
From the Flying Burrito Bros LP
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