Warren Zevon – Rosarita Beach Cafe (Guitar)

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With Tennesee sour mash whiskey on my breath,

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And Rosalee, Suzie and and Lucy on my mind, 

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I drove my old car down the dusty streets of this old border town,

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But I never thought I'd get stuck here such a long long time.

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I've got a million-dollar bill, but they can't change it, 

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And they won't let me leave until my tab is paid.

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So I might as well settle down, yes,

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And buy the house another round,

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Send my mail to the Rosarita Beach Café.

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It was one of those hot dry dime-a-dozen Mexicali days,

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When I fell through the door of the Rosarita Beach Café. 

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And I got myself a table with a view of the breakers in the bay,

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And another cold Dos Equis on the way.

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I've got a million-dollar bill, but they can't change it, 

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And they won't let me leave until my tab is paid.

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So I might as well settle down, yes,

     Em                 F
And buy the house another round,

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Send my mail to the Rosarita Beach Café.

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Well, I soon fell in with thugs and thieves and gamblers from the beach,

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And the devil himself suggested an all-night game, 

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But the night winds came along like some dark-eyed senorita's song

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And blew my straight flush out across the waves.

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I've got a million-dollar bill, but they can't change it, 

    F                   Am                  G
And they won't let me leave until my tab is paid.

      F                    G
So I might as well settle down, yes,

     Em                 F
And buy the house another round,

Dm                     F          G
Send my mail to the Rosarita Beach Café.