Tom Russell - Rose of san joaquin

Fare^Gwell to the lights of Ma^Bmdera, I'm ^Cleaving with the wind at my ^Gback ^GTell all of my friends in Dos ^BmPalos, I'm ^Cgone but I'll be circling ^Gback ^GNow I'm crossing the Chowchilia ^EmRiver By the ^Glight of a ragged moon^Embeam Lord I'll ^Cmiss the ^CmRose of San Joa^Gquin ^{Em Em}I'll miss the ^Gsun on the Sierra Ne^Bmvadas, adobe ^Cmoon on the ^Grise ^GShining down on my love in ^BmMadera, shining ^Cinto her dark Spanish ^Geyes ^GOh she taught me those Mexican ^Emlove songs ^G"Volver, Volver" in my ^Emdreams And I ^Cmiss the ^CmRose of San ^GJoaquin ^GCaught somewhere bet^Emween The ^Croad and the ^CmRose of San Joa^Gquin ^{Em Em}Oh her ^Gblack hair fell on the ^Bmblanket in the ^Ctall grass we with the ^Gdew ^GMaking love through the night by the ^Bmriver Oh Magdal^Cene how my heart cries for ^Gyou ^GAlone on this highway of ^Emdarkness ^GYou are the light of my ^Emdreams And I ^Cmiss the ^CmRose of San Joa^Gquin ^GCaught somewhere bet^Emween The ^Croad and the ^CmRose of San Joa^Gquin ^Em