Chords for Los De Guamuchil - El Junior (En Vivo 2017)
Tempo:
90.45 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
F#
D#m
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] We continue to write songs for our friend Noel Torres.
We want to thank our friend Servando Zeta L.
Greetings to our friend Audio Concert for the audio.
Here we are, and we are more or less like that.
[F] Come on, Compachuy!
[G] [A] I [G]
[F#] [D] [Em] was [G] [D]
[Am] [G]
born [F#] in [G] a neighborhood in Los Angeles
With many desires to move forward
In the streets I learned about [D] life
I [D#m] learned to win the peace of every [G] day
My face [D] reflects my character
I'm a friend, but [G] I'm not very friendly
I [F#] have the port of [G] Malengachado
Tattoos and scars I have marked
I have been transferred to my heart in [D] Los Angeles
I [D#m] proudly carry it [G] everywhere
Now they say I [D] look like a cholo
It will be because they almost [G] never see me alone
[F#] And it has already [F#] touched me to [G] be locked up
And from death several times I have been saved
It's been a long time [C#] since luck has changed [D] me
All thanks [D#m] to the color of [G] the bills
They say you have to [C#] be careful so you can [D] harvest
Today people [G] look at me very differently
Come on, Compachunion!
[Em] [D] Greetings to the Creek and the Escabaco, [Em] old [G] man!
[D] My
[G]
[F] brother is a [G] good friend of mine
More than brothers, we are very good friends
We grab the bar [D] very often
And you always [D#m] hear the [G] music live
The northern guitars [D] and the bands
They [G] accompany us in our wake
[F#] I've never [G] liked problems
I'm calm, although it seems the opposite
But of course [D] I haven't given up either
Those [D#m] who have sought me [E] and [G] found me
When I get angry, [D] hot, I transform
I [G] confess to them, I even only say no
With [F#] a cigarette [G] I say goodbye
I say goodbye walking through the sky
Greetings to the [D] people of Los Angeles
And to [D#m] Jalisco, which I also [Em] carry the [G] blood
In which [C#] they know me [D] as Junior
And they also tell me the [G] hair of the Gundos
[D] [Em] [G]
We want to thank our friend Servando Zeta L.
Greetings to our friend Audio Concert for the audio.
Here we are, and we are more or less like that.
[F] Come on, Compachuy!
[G] [A] I [G]
[F#] [D] [Em] was [G] [D]
[Am] [G]
born [F#] in [G] a neighborhood in Los Angeles
With many desires to move forward
In the streets I learned about [D] life
I [D#m] learned to win the peace of every [G] day
My face [D] reflects my character
I'm a friend, but [G] I'm not very friendly
I [F#] have the port of [G] Malengachado
Tattoos and scars I have marked
I have been transferred to my heart in [D] Los Angeles
I [D#m] proudly carry it [G] everywhere
Now they say I [D] look like a cholo
It will be because they almost [G] never see me alone
[F#] And it has already [F#] touched me to [G] be locked up
And from death several times I have been saved
It's been a long time [C#] since luck has changed [D] me
All thanks [D#m] to the color of [G] the bills
They say you have to [C#] be careful so you can [D] harvest
Today people [G] look at me very differently
Come on, Compachunion!
[Em] [D] Greetings to the Creek and the Escabaco, [Em] old [G] man!
[D] My
[G]
[F] brother is a [G] good friend of mine
More than brothers, we are very good friends
We grab the bar [D] very often
And you always [D#m] hear the [G] music live
The northern guitars [D] and the bands
They [G] accompany us in our wake
[F#] I've never [G] liked problems
I'm calm, although it seems the opposite
But of course [D] I haven't given up either
Those [D#m] who have sought me [E] and [G] found me
When I get angry, [D] hot, I transform
I [G] confess to them, I even only say no
With [F#] a cigarette [G] I say goodbye
I say goodbye walking through the sky
Greetings to the [D] people of Los Angeles
And to [D#m] Jalisco, which I also [Em] carry the [G] blood
In which [C#] they know me [D] as Junior
And they also tell me the [G] hair of the Gundos
[D] [Em] [G]
Key:
G
D
F#
D#m
Em
G
D
F#
[G] We continue to write songs for our friend Noel Torres.
We want to thank our friend Servando Zeta L.
Greetings to our friend Audio Concert for the audio.
Here we are, and we are more or less like that.
[F] Come on, Compachuy!
_ [G] _ [A] I [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [D] _ _ [Em] was [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ born [F#] in [G] a neighborhood in Los Angeles
With many desires to move forward
In the streets I learned about [D] life
I [D#m] learned to win the peace of every [G] day
My face [D] reflects my character
I'm a friend, but [G] I'm not very friendly
_ _ I _ _ _ _ [F#] have the port of [G] Malengachado
Tattoos and scars I have marked
I have been transferred to my heart in [D] Los Angeles
I [D#m] proudly carry it [G] everywhere
Now they say I [D] look like a cholo
It will be because they almost [G] never see me alone _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] And it has already [F#] touched me to [G] be locked up
And from death several times I have been saved
It's been a long time [C#] since luck has changed [D] me
All thanks [D#m] to the color of [G] the bills
They say you have to [C#] be careful so you can [D] harvest
Today people [G] look at me very differently _ _ _ _ _ _
Come on, Compachunion!
_ [Em] [D] Greetings to the Creek and the Escabaco, [Em] old [G] man!
_ [D] _ My _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] brother is a [G] good friend of mine
More than brothers, we are very good friends
We grab the bar [D] very often
And you always [D#m] hear the [G] music live
The northern guitars [D] and the bands
They [G] accompany us in our wake _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] I've never [G] liked problems
I'm calm, although it seems the opposite
But of course [D] I haven't given up either
Those [D#m] who have sought me [E] and [G] found me
When I get angry, [D] hot, I transform
I [G] confess to them, I even only say no
With _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] a cigarette [G] I say goodbye
I say _ goodbye walking through the sky
Greetings to the [D] people of Los Angeles
And to [D#m] Jalisco, which I also [Em] carry the [G] blood
In which [C#] they know me [D] as Junior
And they also tell me the [G] hair of the Gundos _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _
We want to thank our friend Servando Zeta L.
Greetings to our friend Audio Concert for the audio.
Here we are, and we are more or less like that.
[F] Come on, Compachuy!
_ [G] _ [A] I [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [D] _ _ [Em] was [G] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ born [F#] in [G] a neighborhood in Los Angeles
With many desires to move forward
In the streets I learned about [D] life
I [D#m] learned to win the peace of every [G] day
My face [D] reflects my character
I'm a friend, but [G] I'm not very friendly
_ _ I _ _ _ _ [F#] have the port of [G] Malengachado
Tattoos and scars I have marked
I have been transferred to my heart in [D] Los Angeles
I [D#m] proudly carry it [G] everywhere
Now they say I [D] look like a cholo
It will be because they almost [G] never see me alone _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] And it has already [F#] touched me to [G] be locked up
And from death several times I have been saved
It's been a long time [C#] since luck has changed [D] me
All thanks [D#m] to the color of [G] the bills
They say you have to [C#] be careful so you can [D] harvest
Today people [G] look at me very differently _ _ _ _ _ _
Come on, Compachunion!
_ [Em] [D] Greetings to the Creek and the Escabaco, [Em] old [G] man!
_ [D] _ My _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] brother is a [G] good friend of mine
More than brothers, we are very good friends
We grab the bar [D] very often
And you always [D#m] hear the [G] music live
The northern guitars [D] and the bands
They [G] accompany us in our wake _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] I've never [G] liked problems
I'm calm, although it seems the opposite
But of course [D] I haven't given up either
Those [D#m] who have sought me [E] and [G] found me
When I get angry, [D] hot, I transform
I [G] confess to them, I even only say no
With _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] a cigarette [G] I say goodbye
I say _ goodbye walking through the sky
Greetings to the [D] people of Los Angeles
And to [D#m] Jalisco, which I also [Em] carry the [G] blood
In which [C#] they know me [D] as Junior
And they also tell me the [G] hair of the Gundos _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _