Tom Russell - Mandarin oranges

At a ^Ctable in ^G/BJuarez a ^Amwoman named Dolores is ^Dmdrinking I see the ^Gtear in her eye and I like to pretend what she's ^Cthinking She's ^Fdreaming of Goimar and a ^Amcottage for two by the ^Gsea And ^Dmmandarin oranges and ^GMexican lemongrass ^Ctea ^{G/B Am G}

I ^Cmarried Do^G/Blores ^Amtwenty-one years ago, ^DmSunday And Do^Glores she left me twenty-one years ago, ^CMonday I re^Fmember the laughter and the ^Amlast midnight feast by the ^Gsea Of ^Dmmandarin oranges and ^GMexican lemongrass ^Ctea ^Dm

And I ^Fthink of her often, my ^Amfriends ask what she means to ^Gme I say, ^Dmmandarin oranges and ^GMexican lemongrass ^Ctea ^{G/B Am G}

^CBack here in ^G/BJuarez, I ^Amwork at my job, waiting ^Dmtables And I ^Glong to go speak to her, somehow I don't think I'm ^Cable But a^Ffraid she will know me as ^AmI ask her, what shall it ^Gbe She smiles, ^Dmmandarin oranges and ^GMexican lemongrass ^Ctea ^Dm

We should re^Fturn to Goimar and the ^Amcottage for two by the ^Gsea And the ^Dmmandarin oranges and ^GMexican lemongrass ^Ctea