mariano Chords by Robert Earl Keen
Tempo:
89.8 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
A
G
D
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [C#]
[Bm] [A] [Bm]
[F#] [G]
[A] [Bm]
When outside he works for me, his [G] name is Mariano.
He [Bm] cuts and trims the grass for me, [D] makes the flowers [A] bloom.
[Bm] He says that he comes from a place not [G] far from Guanajuato.
[Bm] It's two days on a bus from here, a [A] lifetime from this [Bm] room.
I fix his meals and talk to him in [G] my old broken Spanish.
He [Bm] points at things and tells me names of [D] things I can't [A] recall.
[Bm] Sometimes I just can't but help [G] 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 like [G] a piston in an engine.
[Bm] He only stops to take a drink [D] and smoke a [A] cigarette.
But [Bm] 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 the [G] 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.
[Bm] But 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 ancient man's 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 by [D] 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 for [Bm] himself.
[G]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm]
It's been a while since I have seen [G] the face of Mariano.
The [Bm] board of guards, they came one day [D] and took him far [A] away.
[Bm] I hope that he is safe down there [G] at Juan Guadal.
I [Bm] worry though I read there's [A] revolution [Bm] every day.
[N]
[Bm] [A] [Bm]
[F#] [G]
[A] [Bm]
When outside he works for me, his [G] name is Mariano.
He [Bm] cuts and trims the grass for me, [D] makes the flowers [A] bloom.
[Bm] He says that he comes from a place not [G] far from Guanajuato.
[Bm] It's two days on a bus from here, a [A] lifetime from this [Bm] room.
I fix his meals and talk to him in [G] my old broken Spanish.
He [Bm] points at things and tells me names of [D] things I can't [A] recall.
[Bm] Sometimes I just can't but help [G] 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 like [G] a piston in an engine.
[Bm] He only stops to take a drink [D] and smoke a [A] cigarette.
But [Bm] 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 the [G] 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.
[Bm] But 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 ancient man's 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 by [D] 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 for [Bm] himself.
[G]
[Bm] [A]
[Bm]
It's been a while since I have seen [G] the face of Mariano.
The [Bm] board of guards, they came one day [D] and took him far [A] away.
[Bm] I hope that he is safe down there [G] at Juan Guadal.
I [Bm] worry though I read there's [A] revolution [Bm] every day.
[N]
Key:
Bm
A
G
D
F#
Bm
A
G
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ When outside he works for me, his [G] name is Mariano.
He [Bm] cuts and trims the grass for me, [D] makes the flowers [A] bloom.
[Bm] He says that he comes from a place not [G] far from Guanajuato.
[Bm] It's two days on a bus from here, a [A] lifetime from this [Bm] room.
_ I fix his meals and talk to him in [G] my old broken Spanish.
He [Bm] points at things and tells me names of [D] things I can't [A] recall.
[Bm] Sometimes I just can't but help [G] 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 like [G] a piston in an engine.
[Bm] He only stops to take a drink [D] and smoke a [A] cigarette.
But [Bm] 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 the [G] 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.
[Bm] But 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 ancient man's 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 by [D] 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 for [Bm] himself.
_ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's been a while since I have seen [G] the face of Mariano.
The [Bm] board of guards, they came one day [D] and took him far [A] away.
[Bm] I hope that he is safe down there [G] at Juan Guadal.
I [Bm] worry though I read there's [A] revolution _ [Bm] every day.
_ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ When outside he works for me, his [G] name is Mariano.
He [Bm] cuts and trims the grass for me, [D] makes the flowers [A] bloom.
[Bm] He says that he comes from a place not [G] far from Guanajuato.
[Bm] It's two days on a bus from here, a [A] lifetime from this [Bm] room.
_ I fix his meals and talk to him in [G] my old broken Spanish.
He [Bm] points at things and tells me names of [D] things I can't [A] recall.
[Bm] Sometimes I just can't but help [G] 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 like [G] a piston in an engine.
[Bm] He only stops to take a drink [D] and smoke a [A] cigarette.
But [Bm] 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 the [G] 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.
[Bm] But 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 ancient man's 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 by [D] 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 for [Bm] himself.
_ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's been a while since I have seen [G] the face of Mariano.
The [Bm] board of guards, they came one day [D] and took him far [A] away.
[Bm] I hope that he is safe down there [G] at Juan Guadal.
I [Bm] worry though I read there's [A] revolution _ [Bm] every day.
_ _ _ _ [N] _