Chico
 
D              C		 Bb	     D
I was born and running wild, a victim of a woman child 
       		         C		     Bb	                 D
She caused the death of three young men, I killed them all and would again
     Eb                         D
They tried to touch my sweet Violet
  Eb                      		     D
I put them in the ground and there they are yet
    G					       D 
And every night I sit and listen why my mind runs
  G					    	      D   D7
I see her face I hear her voice  and nearly come undone
She sings

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D     D7      G	     D     D7      G
Chico come on home, Chico come on home
D     D7      G                 Bb	       D
Chico come on home, you’ve been gone way too long

My souls locked in a private hell, my body is in a prison cell 
My mind’s a jungle full of fire, my heart’s a dungeon of desire
I kiss these prison walls so cold and wet 
Pretending they’re the lips of Violet
And every night I sit and listen why my mind runs
I see her face I hear her voice and nearly come undone
She keeps singing

Chorus






by: José Duarte
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