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Date: Wed, 15 Oct 1997 14:21:29 -0500
From: Brian Davies
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To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: CRD: "The Road To Ensenada" by Lyle Lovett
This one was actually a bit tough to work out, since the guitar part
includes a lot of partial chords that could be interpreted in different
ways. This arrangement sounds quite nice, though. I'd advise picking
rather than strumming, to get the spare sound of the recording -- try
experimenting with different picking patterns until you find one you like.
THE ROAD TO ENSENADA by Lyle Lovett
Transcribed by Brian Davies
Comments and corrections to davies@ils.nwu.edu
As I lay sick and broken
[
D] Viva [
A] Mexi[
D]co
My eyes just won't stay open
And I dream a dream of home
I dream a dream of home
Where there's coffee on the table
And kindness in your hand
Honey I'll help you when I'm able
But right now I'm feeling bad
Right now I'm feeling bad
Listen to your heart that beats
And follow it with both your feet
And as you walk and as you breathe
You ain't no friend to me
You ain't no friend to me
The road to Ensenada
Is plenty wide and fast
If you head South from Tijuana
Then I'll see you at last
I'll see you at last
But my eyes they open slowly
And they look around the room
The old man he seems worried
And there ain't no sign of you
There ain't no sign of you
Chorus
You can offer to the righteous
The good that you have won
But down here among the unclean
Your good just comes undone
Your good just comes undone
Solo on Verse
The sisters at the borderline
They're holding out their hands
They're begging me for something Lord
But I don't understand
I don't understand
So it's adios to Alvero
Tell him to stay between the lines
And if he sees that Gabriella girl
Tell her I'll look her up next time
Say I'll look her up next time
Because the road to Ensenada
Is plenty wide and fast
And this time through Tijuana
Well it won't be my last
It won't be my last
Chorus
You ain't no friend to me
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