Chords for El Fusilado | The Longest Johns | Chumbawamba Cover

Listen close to this crooked mouth for my story I will tell, oh
I lived in Mexico by the name of Wenceslao [G] Miguel, oh
Left my home in Santiago, the heart of [D] the city of Merida
Served with my brothers and sisters [C] all for the army of Pancho Villa
Stand me straight against the nearest wall, line up your bravest [G] soldiers, [C] oh
Ten good shots, I'll [G] take them all, they [C] call me El _ Fusilado
The Federales [G] captured me, bound up [C] my arms with [Gm] wire
[C] Officer came, he says, take your aim, steady your guns and fire
Bullet holes all [G] across my chest, [C] ripped up my shirt and [G] my body, [C] oh
Heartbeat torn through the silenced guns to the rhythm of life inside, yo
Stand me straight against the nearest wall, line up [Am] your bravest [G] soldiers, [C] oh
Ten good shots, I'll take them all, they call me El _ Fusilado
Felt on the ground, the officer came, one last [Fm] shot to the [G] head, [C] oh
Heard through the pain as he walked away and left me there for dead, oh
All went [G] quiet, so I crawled away, I wasn't giving up to the glory
Ten good shots, I took them all, and lived to [C] tell my story
Stand me straight against the nearest wall, line up your bravest [G] soldiers, [C] oh
Ten good shots, I'll take them all, they call me El Fusilado
Stand me straight against the nearest wall, line up your [Am] bravest [G] soldiers, [C] oh
Ten good shots, I'll take them all, they call me El Fusilado
Stand me straight against the nearest wall, line up your [F] bravest [G] soldiers, [C] oh
Ten good shots, I'll take them all, they call me El Fusilado
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