The Flying Burrito Brothers

The Flying Burrito Brothers
Hot Burrito Ver 2 (Guitar chord)

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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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