Bill Staines - Border blues

Well, it was S^Daturday night and I was fe^Aeling all ri^Dght, Drinking t^Gequila amaretto on d^Down. ^GMe and Miguel on a f^Dast train to Hell from a s^Em7outhwestern border t^Aown. Well, I f^Dell in love with a M^Aexican d^Dove as the b^Gand played a melod^Dy, ^DAnd with a s^Gmile on her face she took me b^Dack to this place and “T^Ahat’s all she wrote for m^De.”

Singing, ^GOh, Ma^Dria what’d you ^Ado to ^Dme with your l^Gong obsidion h^Dair? You had a h^Gand on my heart and o^Dne in my pocket now I k^Em7now you never really c^Aared. And El Di^Gablo’s always l^Dooking for a^Another blind f^Dool and he’s ^Galw^Days c^Em7lose at ha^And. He drives a ^Gtaxi in the day and ^Dnight he plays trumpet in a ^Amariachi ^Dband. He drives a t^Gaxi in the day and n^Dight he plays trumpet in a m^Aariachi ^Dband.

There was a ^Dwarm southern breeze in the a^Air that n^Dight, there were d^Gancers looking light and g^Day, There was m^Gusic in the bars, and e^Dight hundred cars, driving ^Em7up and down along the w^Aay. There were p^Dretty city lights shining d^Aown on the s^Dights and a ^Gbridge across the Rio G^Drande ^DThere was ^Gme on the street with my ^Dheart at my feet and my ^Apockets full of desert s^Dand.

Singing, ^GOh, Ma^Dria what’d you ^Ado to ^Dme with your ^Glong obsidion h^Dair? You had a h^Gand on my heart and o^Dne in my pocket now I ^Em7know you never really c^Aared. And El Di^Gablo’s always l^Dooking for a^Another blind f^Dool and he’s ^Galw^Days ^Em7close at h^Aand. He drives a t^Gaxi in the day and n^Dight he plays trumpet in a m^Aariachi ^Dband. He drives a t^Gaxi in the day and n^Dight he plays trumpet in a m^Aariachi ^Dband.