Chords for Mariano
Tempo:
119.45 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
G
A
D
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bm] [G] [F#]
[C#] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[F#] [G] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
Man outside who works for [G] me, his name is Mariano.
[Bm] He cuts and trims the grass for me, [D] makes the [A] flowers bloom.
[Bm] He says that he comes from a place [G] not far from Guanajuato.
[Bm] It's two days on a bus from here, [A] a lifetime [Bm] from this room.
I fix his meals and talk to him [G] in my old broken Spanish.
[Bm] He points at things and tells me [D] names of things I [A] can't recall.
[Bm] Sometimes I just can't but [G] help from wondering who this man is.
[Bm] And if when he is gone will he [A] remember me at [Bm] all?
I watch him close, he works just [G] like a piston in an engine.
[Bm] He only stops to take a [D] drink and smoke a [A] cigarette.
[Bm] But when the day is ended [G] I look outside my window.
[Bm] There on the horizon, [A] Mariano's [Bm] silhouette.
[G] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
He sits upon a stone in [G] the southeast of the direction.
[Bm] I know my charts, I know that he [D] is thinking of [A] his home.
[Bm] I've never been the sort to say [G] I'm into intuition.
But [Bm] I swear I see the faces [A] of the ones he [Bm] calls his own.
Their skin is brown as potter's clay, [G] their eyes void of expression.
[Bm] Their hair is black as widow's [D] dreams, their dreams are [A] all but gone.
[Bm] Their nature's as a vision [G] of a sacrificial virgin.
[Bm] And her son is crying from a [A] baby [F#] being born.
[Bm] They hum around a dying [G] flame, pray for his protection.
[Bm] Their prayers are often answered [D] by his letters [A] in the mail.
[Bm] He sends them colored figures [G] he cuts from strips of paper.
[Bm] And all his weekly wages save [A] him nothing [Bm] for himself.
[G]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm]
It's been a while since I've seen [G] the face of Mariano.
[Bm] The border guards, they came one day [D] and took him [A] far away.
[Bm] I hope that he is safe down [G] there at home in Guanajuato.
[Bm] I worry though I read there's [A] revolution every [Bm] day.
[C#] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[F#] [G] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
Man outside who works for [G] me, his name is Mariano.
[Bm] He cuts and trims the grass for me, [D] makes the [A] flowers bloom.
[Bm] He says that he comes from a place [G] not far from Guanajuato.
[Bm] It's two days on a bus from here, [A] a lifetime [Bm] from this room.
I fix his meals and talk to him [G] in my old broken Spanish.
[Bm] He points at things and tells me [D] names of things I [A] can't recall.
[Bm] Sometimes I just can't but [G] help from wondering who this man is.
[Bm] And if when he is gone will he [A] remember me at [Bm] all?
I watch him close, he works just [G] like a piston in an engine.
[Bm] He only stops to take a [D] drink and smoke a [A] cigarette.
[Bm] But when the day is ended [G] I look outside my window.
[Bm] There on the horizon, [A] Mariano's [Bm] silhouette.
[G] [Bm]
[A] [Bm]
He sits upon a stone in [G] the southeast of the direction.
[Bm] I know my charts, I know that he [D] is thinking of [A] his home.
[Bm] I've never been the sort to say [G] I'm into intuition.
But [Bm] I swear I see the faces [A] of the ones he [Bm] calls his own.
Their skin is brown as potter's clay, [G] their eyes void of expression.
[Bm] Their hair is black as widow's [D] dreams, their dreams are [A] all but gone.
[Bm] Their nature's as a vision [G] of a sacrificial virgin.
[Bm] And her son is crying from a [A] baby [F#] being born.
[Bm] They hum around a dying [G] flame, pray for his protection.
[Bm] Their prayers are often answered [D] by his letters [A] in the mail.
[Bm] He sends them colored figures [G] he cuts from strips of paper.
[Bm] And all his weekly wages save [A] him nothing [Bm] for himself.
[G]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm]
It's been a while since I've seen [G] the face of Mariano.
[Bm] The border guards, they came one day [D] and took him [A] far away.
[Bm] I hope that he is safe down [G] there at home in Guanajuato.
[Bm] I worry though I read there's [A] revolution every [Bm] day.
Key:
Bm
G
A
D
F#
Bm
G
A
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [F#] _
_ [C#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Man outside who works for [G] me, his name is Mariano.
[Bm] He cuts and trims the grass for me, [D] makes the [A] flowers bloom.
[Bm] He says that he comes from a place [G] not far from Guanajuato.
[Bm] It's two days on a bus from here, [A] a lifetime [Bm] from this room.
_ _ I fix his meals and talk to him [G] in my old broken Spanish.
[Bm] He points at things and tells me [D] names of things I [A] can't recall.
_ [Bm] Sometimes I just can't but [G] help from wondering who this man is.
[Bm] And if when he is gone will he [A] remember me at [Bm] all?
_ _ I watch him close, he works just [G] like a piston in an engine.
_ [Bm] He only stops to take a [D] drink and smoke a [A] cigarette.
[Bm] But when the day is ended [G] I look outside my window.
_ [Bm] There on the horizon, [A] _ Mariano's [Bm] silhouette. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ He sits upon a stone in [G] the southeast of the direction.
[Bm] I know my charts, I know that he [D] is thinking of [A] his home.
[Bm] I've never been the sort to say [G] I'm into intuition.
But [Bm] I swear I see the faces [A] of the ones he [Bm] calls his own. _ _
Their skin is brown as potter's clay, [G] their eyes void of expression.
[Bm] Their hair is black as widow's [D] dreams, their dreams are [A] all but gone.
[Bm] Their nature's as a vision [G] of a sacrificial virgin. _
[Bm] And her son is crying from a [A] baby [F#] being born.
[Bm] They hum around a dying [G] flame, pray for his protection.
[Bm] Their prayers are often answered [D] by his letters [A] in the mail.
[Bm] He sends them colored figures [G] he cuts from strips of paper.
[Bm] And all his weekly wages save [A] him nothing [Bm] for himself. _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's been a while since I've seen [G] the face of Mariano.
[Bm] The border guards, they came one day [D] and took him [A] far away.
[Bm] I hope that he is safe down [G] there at home in Guanajuato.
_ [Bm] I worry though I read there's _ [A] revolution _ every [Bm] day. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Man outside who works for [G] me, his name is Mariano.
[Bm] He cuts and trims the grass for me, [D] makes the [A] flowers bloom.
[Bm] He says that he comes from a place [G] not far from Guanajuato.
[Bm] It's two days on a bus from here, [A] a lifetime [Bm] from this room.
_ _ I fix his meals and talk to him [G] in my old broken Spanish.
[Bm] He points at things and tells me [D] names of things I [A] can't recall.
_ [Bm] Sometimes I just can't but [G] help from wondering who this man is.
[Bm] And if when he is gone will he [A] remember me at [Bm] all?
_ _ I watch him close, he works just [G] like a piston in an engine.
_ [Bm] He only stops to take a [D] drink and smoke a [A] cigarette.
[Bm] But when the day is ended [G] I look outside my window.
_ [Bm] There on the horizon, [A] _ Mariano's [Bm] silhouette. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ He sits upon a stone in [G] the southeast of the direction.
[Bm] I know my charts, I know that he [D] is thinking of [A] his home.
[Bm] I've never been the sort to say [G] I'm into intuition.
But [Bm] I swear I see the faces [A] of the ones he [Bm] calls his own. _ _
Their skin is brown as potter's clay, [G] their eyes void of expression.
[Bm] Their hair is black as widow's [D] dreams, their dreams are [A] all but gone.
[Bm] Their nature's as a vision [G] of a sacrificial virgin. _
[Bm] And her son is crying from a [A] baby [F#] being born.
[Bm] They hum around a dying [G] flame, pray for his protection.
[Bm] Their prayers are often answered [D] by his letters [A] in the mail.
[Bm] He sends them colored figures [G] he cuts from strips of paper.
[Bm] And all his weekly wages save [A] him nothing [Bm] for himself. _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's been a while since I've seen [G] the face of Mariano.
[Bm] The border guards, they came one day [D] and took him [A] far away.
[Bm] I hope that he is safe down [G] there at home in Guanajuato.
_ [Bm] I worry though I read there's _ [A] revolution _ every [Bm] day. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _