Tom Lehrer - In old mexico

When it's ^Dfiesta time in ^FdimGuada-la^A7jara, Then I long to be back once again In old ^A9+5Mexi-c^Do. Where we lived for to^F#mday, Never ^Am/Cgiving a ^B7thought to ^Emtomara. To the strumming of gui-^Dtars, In a hundred grubby ^A7bars I would whisper "te a^Dmo."

^D7The mari-^Gachis would sere-^Dnade, And they ^A7would not shut up till they were ^Dpaid. ^D7We ^Gate, we drank, and we were ^Dmerry, And we got ^A7typhoid and dysen-^Dtery.

^E7But ^Ambest of all, we went to the plaza de ^Gtoros. Now whenever I start feeling ^Fmorose, I revive by recalling that ^E7scene.^{F E7}And ^Amnames like belmonte, dominguin, and mano-^Glete, If I live to a hundred and ^Feighty, I shall never forget what they ^Emean.

^D(for the^Ebre is s^Durely ^Ebnothing more beautiful in this World than the sight of a lone man facing singlehandedly

^DOut came the ^Ebmatador, Who ^Dmust have been ^Ebpotted or ^DSlightly in-^Ebsane, but who looked rather ^Dbored^Eb/A. ^{D Eb/A D Eb/A D} Then the picadors of ^Ebcourse, Each ^Done on his ^Ebhorse, I ^Dshouted "o^Eble!" ev'ry time one was g^Dored^Eb/A. ^{D Eb/A D Eb/A}

I ^Gcheered at the bandil-^Dleros' display, As they ^A7stuck the bull in their ^Down clever way, For ^GI hadn't had so much ^Dfun since^F#m7 the d^B7ay My ^Embrother's dog ^A7rover Got run ^Dover.^Eb

^D(rov^Eber wa^Ds ki^Eblled ^Dby a pontiac. and it was done with Such grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the

The ^Dmoment had ^Ebcome, I s^Dwallowed my ^Ebgum, We ^Dknew there'd be ^Ebblood on the sand pretty ^Dsoo^Ebn. ^{D Eb D Eb D} The ^Dcrowd held it's ^Ebbreath, ^DHoping that ^Ebdeath Would ^Dbrighten an ^Ebotherwise dull after-^Dnoo^Ebn. ^{D Eb D Eb D}

^D7At last, the ^Gmatador did what we ^Dwanted him to. He ^A7raised his sword and his ^Daim was true. ^D7In that ^Gmoment of truth I ^Dsuddenly ^B7knew That ^Emsomeone had ^A7stolen my ^Dwallet^Eb. ^{D A7}

^A7Now it's ^Dfiesta time in ak-^Fdimron, o^A7hio, But it's back to old Guadalajara I'm lon^A9+5ging to ^Dgo. Far away from the ^F#mstrikes of the ^Am/CA.F. of^B7 L. and C.^EmI.O. How I wish I could ^Dget back To the land of the ^A7wetback, And forget the Alam^C7-5o, ^{B7 Em}In o^A7ld Mexi-^Dco. ^{Eb D}