#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # From [email protected] Sun May 4 11:21:34 1997 Date: Mon, 17 Mar 1997 03:32:52 GMT From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Hot Burrito #2 Flying Burrito Brothers Chords/Words Flying Burrito Brothers Hot Burrito # 2 by Gram Parsons & Chris Ethridge -5-5-3--1-1--0---| -6-6-5--3-3--1---| -----------------| -----------------| -----------------| -----------------| 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 ^?
