Tom Russell - The eyes of roberto duran

^DHas anybody here seen Rob^Gerto Dur^Aan? ^DI met him once yeah I s^Ghook his h^Aand I l^Emooked in his eyes and ^Gnow I unders^Atand The ^Emlove and the anger in the ^Aeyes of Roberto Dur^Dan ^{G A D}

^DHas anybody here seen that M^Gexican g^Airl? She l^Dives up on Third street in her ^Gown little w^Aorld A ^Emsaint in the window with the ^Grosary beads in her ^Ahand With the s^Emmile of an angel and the ^Aeyes of Roberto Dur^Dan ^{G A D}

^BmPanama City, it's th^Aree in the morning They're t^Galkin' 'bout the ^Ahands of s^Bmtone ^GNew York City, Lord the ^Dsun's coming up My ^Clady's throwing everything she ^Aowns

^DHas anybody here seen the ^Gwoman I ^Alove She'll ^Dfight down and dirty when ^Gpush comes to s^Ahove She'll ^Emwin every round if the ^Gfight goes according to ^Aplan With the ^Emsmile of an angel and the ^Aeyes of Roberto Dur^Dan ^{G A D}

^BmPanama City, it's th^Aree in the morning They're t^Galkin' 'bout the ^Ahands of s^Bmtone ^GNew York City, Lord the ^Dsun's coming up My ^Clady's throwing everything she ^Aowns