Roger Alan Wade - Warm spanish wine

^ESilver clouds laced cross the ^BJuarez sky, ^C#mthe horizons the color of L^Aiz Taylor’s eyes ^EOn a slow moving train, ^Byesterday rolls through my ^Amind ^EI’ve been all afternoon in this ^Bdirty cantina, ^C#mstaring out at the world through a^A broken window ^EWashing down your ^Bmemory with warm S^Apanish wine

^ERiding my thoughts back a ^Bdozen years or so ^C#mTo a mining town in ^Aeast Ohio ^Ewhere I laid ^Beyes on you the first ^Atime ^EYour skin was pale as pearls, your lips ^Bred as blood ^C#mYour laughter rang true like ^Alaughter should ^EAnd I was the ^Bfist man to lay by your^A side ^AAnd to sha^Bre with you warm Spanish^A wine

^AAs I recall your eyes were the color of a ^Efaded blue bandana ^EYour legs were ^Blonger than the tall tales your^E old man used to ^E7tell ^AYour corn silk hair hung down your neck in ^Etangled braids of loose neglect And your ^Bpassion, oh your passion could mel^C#mt Bethlehem steel You made me feel so ^Bfine, like warm Spanish^A wine ^{E B A E B A}

^EBut now my mind’s all tangled ^Bin regret ^C#mas I flick the ashes from ^Amy cigarette ^EI realize all that’s between me and^B hell is this dirty^A floor ^ECuz I am older now than I have ever^B been, ^C#mbut younger than I’ll ever ^Abe again ^EI’ll never have you again like I^B had you then but ^Athat’s fine ^AI swear baby I’m^B fine, I got warm Spanish^A wine

^AAs I recall your eyes were the color of a ^Efaded blue bandana ^EYour legs were ^Blonger than the tall tales your^E old man used to^E7 tell ^AYour corn silk hair hung down your neck in^E tangled braids of loose neglect ^BAnd your passion, oh your passion could melt^C#m cold steel You made me feel so^B fine, like warm Spanish^A wine

^EOh my ^Bbaby, like warm Spanish^A wine ^EYeah my ^Btender lover, I got warm^A Spanish wine ^EYeah ^Bbaby do you ^Aremember ^{E B A E}Warm Spanish wine