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Capo: 2 Tuning: E A D G B E
Gordon Lightfoot - Miguel CAPO: 2nd Fret [INTRO:] F Am Asus2 Am F Asus2 Am F [VERSE 1:]
Never had much to say, he traveled Amalone with no friends F Like a shadowy ghost at dawn he Amcame and he went F Through the woodland Gswiftly gliding Em To the young maid Amhe came riding Dm Where she'd run to meet him by the gGarden wallC G
[VERSE 2:]
"Oh, my sweet MigAmuel, I will never Ctell "No one will ever Amknow, what I know too Cwell" And he'd smile and Flay his head on her Cbreast And he'd Fsay, "I have no Cfear" "They're Fwaiting for me to cross the border, to Gswim the river
[VERSE 3:]
"'Cause CI've done that beFfore "To Gsee my true love's Amsmiling face "A Dhundred times or Gmore" "FOh, my Csweet Miguel" she Fcried "I'll Glove you till I Cdie"
[INTERLUDE:] F Am F Am F [VERSE 4:]
He was born to the south, in MexiAmco, they say F The child of a man who had Amsoon gone away F But his mother Gloved him dearly Em And she would Amtake him yearly Dm To the great Cathedral in St. GAugustineC G
[VERSE 5:]
"Oh, my young MigAmuel, listen to the Cbell "Of my poverAmty, you must never Ctell" And he cried himFself to sleep in the Cnight And he Fvowed to make things Cright So he Ftook the gun down from the wall and he Gpaid a call
[VERSE 6:]
He Cknew she'd underFstand A Glawman came to Amcapture him The Dgun jumped in his Ghand "FOh, MigCuel", the mother Fcried "You must Grun, son, or you'll Cdie"
[INTERLUDE:] F Am F Am F [VERSE 7:]
So the story is told of his true Amlove across the line F As strong as the oak and as Amsweet as the vine F And the Gchild she bore him Em Came on the Amfateful morning Dm When they sent him to his Gfinal reCst G
[VERSE 8:]
Oh, my sweet MigAmuel, listen to the Cbell No one will ever Amknow, of what I know too Cwell Then she'd smile and Flay the child on her Cbreast And she'd Fsay, "I have no Cfear "I'm Fwaiting for you to cross the border, to Gswim the river"
[VERSE 9:]
'Cause Cyou've done that beFfore To Gsee your true love's Amsmiling face A Dhundred times or Gmore "FOh, my Csweet Miguel", she Fcried "I'll Glove you till I Cdie" G F C