Chords for Lee Hazlewood - José
Tempo:
138.4 bpm
Chords used:
C
Am
Bb
G
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [Bb]
[Am] [Bb]
[Am] [G] In a small village near [Am] La Paz, Mexico,
lived a boy [G] not so many years [Am] ago.
[Dm] And hunger was [C] his enemy every day,
[Dm]
[Bb] but he never [C] begged.
The boy [A] called Jose.
[Am] [G] And every day he worked in the [Am] fields,
and he worked well.
And when the night [G] came,
this boy [Am] slept where he fell.
[Dm] And the earth [C] was the only [Dm] mother he ever knew,
some people say.
[Bb] And she [C] gave him strength,
[A] and he grew to be a man called [Bb] Jose.
[C]
[Bb]
[C]
[Am] [G] And one Sunday afternoon,
this [A] young man saw his first bull fight.
And his [G] blood ran hot,
[Am] and he couldn't sleep that night.
[Dm] And as [C] the morning came,
[Dm] he thought he heard his mother say,
[Bb] Now you know why [C] you were born,
[A] Jose.
[Am] And he lived [Em] for [G] one thing,
[Am] and nothing more.
[A] He had to [G] be the very best [Am] matador.
[Dm] And when he [C] killed his first bull [Dm] one bright Sunday,
you could [Bb] hear Olay's a [C] hundred miles [A] for Jose.
[Bb]
[C]
[Bb]
[C]
[Bbm] And as [Ab] his fame grew,
[Bbm] his fortune grew too.
But he gave much [Ab] of his fortune away,
[Bbm] because he knew
[Ebm] that [Db] others fight his old enemy [Ebm] hunger every day.
And so [B] many times he [Db] heard,
God [Bb] bless you, Jose.
[Bbm] And [Ab] the years passed,
[Bbm] and Jose said,
I'll fight brave bulls no more.
[Ab] The younger [Bbm] men,
they're better suited for
[Ebm] the Sunday game [Db] with his blood and his [Ebm] death for pay.
[B] You'll soon forget [Db] the matador, [Bb] Jose.
[B]
[Db]
[B]
[Db]
[Bm] And the next [A] morning we found him [Bm] lying on the ground.
He [A] didn't move.
[Bm]
He didn't make a sound.
[Em]
And yet we [D] heard from somewhere someone [Em]
say,
[B]
Jose.
[C]
[D]
[C]
[D]
[C]
[D]
[C]
[Am] [Bb]
[Am] [G] In a small village near [Am] La Paz, Mexico,
lived a boy [G] not so many years [Am] ago.
[Dm] And hunger was [C] his enemy every day,
[Dm]
[Bb] but he never [C] begged.
The boy [A] called Jose.
[Am] [G] And every day he worked in the [Am] fields,
and he worked well.
And when the night [G] came,
this boy [Am] slept where he fell.
[Dm] And the earth [C] was the only [Dm] mother he ever knew,
some people say.
[Bb] And she [C] gave him strength,
[A] and he grew to be a man called [Bb] Jose.
[C]
[Bb]
[C]
[Am] [G] And one Sunday afternoon,
this [A] young man saw his first bull fight.
And his [G] blood ran hot,
[Am] and he couldn't sleep that night.
[Dm] And as [C] the morning came,
[Dm] he thought he heard his mother say,
[Bb] Now you know why [C] you were born,
[A] Jose.
[Am] And he lived [Em] for [G] one thing,
[Am] and nothing more.
[A] He had to [G] be the very best [Am] matador.
[Dm] And when he [C] killed his first bull [Dm] one bright Sunday,
you could [Bb] hear Olay's a [C] hundred miles [A] for Jose.
[Bb]
[C]
[Bb]
[C]
[Bbm] And as [Ab] his fame grew,
[Bbm] his fortune grew too.
But he gave much [Ab] of his fortune away,
[Bbm] because he knew
[Ebm] that [Db] others fight his old enemy [Ebm] hunger every day.
And so [B] many times he [Db] heard,
God [Bb] bless you, Jose.
[Bbm] And [Ab] the years passed,
[Bbm] and Jose said,
I'll fight brave bulls no more.
[Ab] The younger [Bbm] men,
they're better suited for
[Ebm] the Sunday game [Db] with his blood and his [Ebm] death for pay.
[B] You'll soon forget [Db] the matador, [Bb] Jose.
[B]
[Db]
[B]
[Db]
[Bm] And the next [A] morning we found him [Bm] lying on the ground.
He [A] didn't move.
[Bm]
He didn't make a sound.
[Em]
And yet we [D] heard from somewhere someone [Em]
say,
[B]
Jose.
[C]
[D]
[C]
[D]
[C]
[D]
[C]
Key:
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Am
Bb
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Dm
C
Am
Bb
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [G] In a small village near [Am] La Paz, Mexico, _ _ _ _
lived a boy _ [G] _ not so many years [Am] ago. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ And hunger was [C] his enemy every day,
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] but he never [C] begged.
_ The boy [A] called Jose. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [G] And every day he worked in the [Am] fields,
and he worked well. _ _
_ And when the night [G] came,
this boy [Am] slept where he fell. _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ And the earth [C] _ was the only [Dm] mother he ever knew,
some people say.
_ [Bb] _ _ And she [C] gave him strength,
[A] and he grew to be a man called _ [Bb] Jose. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [G] And one Sunday afternoon,
this [A] young man saw his first bull fight.
_ _ _ And his [G] blood ran hot,
[Am] _ and he couldn't sleep that night.
_ [Dm] _ _ And as [C] the morning came,
_ [Dm] he thought he heard his mother say,
_ [Bb] Now you know why [C] you were born,
[A] _ Jose. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ And he lived [Em] for [G] one thing,
_ [Am] _ and nothing more. _ _
_ _ [A] He had to [G] be the very best [Am] matador. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ And when he [C] killed his first bull [Dm] one bright Sunday, _ _
you could [Bb] hear Olay's a [C] hundred miles [A] for Jose. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ And as [Ab] his fame grew,
[Bbm] his fortune grew too. _ _ _
_ _ But he gave much [Ab] of his fortune away,
[Bbm] _ _ because he knew _
[Ebm] that _ _ [Db] others fight his old enemy [Ebm] hunger every day. _ _
And so [B] many times he [Db] heard, _
God [Bb] bless you, Jose. _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ And [Ab] the years passed,
[Bbm] and Jose said,
_ I'll fight brave bulls no more.
[Ab] _ The younger [Bbm] men,
_ they're better suited for
[Ebm] the Sunday game [Db] with his blood and his [Ebm] death for pay. _ _ _ _
_ [B] You'll soon forget [Db] the matador, [Bb] Jose. _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ And the next [A] morning we found him [Bm] lying on the ground. _ _ _ _
_ He [A] didn't move.
_ _ [Bm]
He didn't make a sound.
_ _ [Em] _
And yet we [D] heard from somewhere someone [Em]
say, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
Jose. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [G] In a small village near [Am] La Paz, Mexico, _ _ _ _
lived a boy _ [G] _ not so many years [Am] ago. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ And hunger was [C] his enemy every day,
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] but he never [C] begged.
_ The boy [A] called Jose. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [G] And every day he worked in the [Am] fields,
and he worked well. _ _
_ And when the night [G] came,
this boy [Am] slept where he fell. _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ And the earth [C] _ was the only [Dm] mother he ever knew,
some people say.
_ [Bb] _ _ And she [C] gave him strength,
[A] and he grew to be a man called _ [Bb] Jose. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [G] And one Sunday afternoon,
this [A] young man saw his first bull fight.
_ _ _ And his [G] blood ran hot,
[Am] _ and he couldn't sleep that night.
_ [Dm] _ _ And as [C] the morning came,
_ [Dm] he thought he heard his mother say,
_ [Bb] Now you know why [C] you were born,
[A] _ Jose. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ And he lived [Em] for [G] one thing,
_ [Am] _ and nothing more. _ _
_ _ [A] He had to [G] be the very best [Am] matador. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ And when he [C] killed his first bull [Dm] one bright Sunday, _ _
you could [Bb] hear Olay's a [C] hundred miles [A] for Jose. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ _ And as [Ab] his fame grew,
[Bbm] his fortune grew too. _ _ _
_ _ But he gave much [Ab] of his fortune away,
[Bbm] _ _ because he knew _
[Ebm] that _ _ [Db] others fight his old enemy [Ebm] hunger every day. _ _
And so [B] many times he [Db] heard, _
God [Bb] bless you, Jose. _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ And [Ab] the years passed,
[Bbm] and Jose said,
_ I'll fight brave bulls no more.
[Ab] _ The younger [Bbm] men,
_ they're better suited for
[Ebm] the Sunday game [Db] with his blood and his [Ebm] death for pay. _ _ _ _
_ [B] You'll soon forget [Db] the matador, [Bb] Jose. _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ And the next [A] morning we found him [Bm] lying on the ground. _ _ _ _
_ He [A] didn't move.
_ _ [Bm]
He didn't make a sound.
_ _ [Em] _
And yet we [D] heard from somewhere someone [Em]
say, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
Jose. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
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