Hot Burrito No 2 Chords

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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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