Chords for Tom Pacheco - Juan Romero
Tempo:
97.925 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Bm
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
See the man by the asphalt truck [G] on a hot summer day in [D] L.A.
Down the street by the big orange trees [A] where the Latino boys and girls play.
[D] He's raking the tar, he's frosting, [G] and he's doing the best [D] job he can.
Juan Romero, [A] a quiet and hard [D]-working man.
But at ten years of age, from a Mexican state, [G] he crossed over the border and [D] stayed.
His pride would fall every time he was called [A] Taco Bender, Wetback Jose.
[D] He was seventeen when he got his first job [G] as a busboy in a big [D] hotel.
Juan Romero brought [A] trays to the rich [D] clientele.
[G] Sometimes he would think of [D] his Mexican home, [A] the pictures it hung on the [D] wall.
The [G] Kennedys [D] right next to Jesus and [B] Mary, [A] the rosary beads by their [D] mall.
One day in June, someone told him the news, [G] Bobby Kennedy [D] was in the hall.
He made sure that he'd be the one who would [A] bring him his dinner, and [F#m] he got the [A] call.
[D] He knocked on the door and he walked in the room.
[G] There was Bobby [A] and he shook [D] his hand.
Juan Romero says [A] he never felt more like [D] a man.
The following night, from the kitchen he [Bm] heard the great [G] victory [D] whistles and cheers.
He felt such hope that that moment it seemed [A] nothing could make his dreams disappear.
[D] While waiting at the service door to [G] see his Catholic hero [D] come in,
[A] [D] Juan Romero felt [A] the heat of the shots [D] on his skin.
And the great man lay on the concrete [Bm] [A] floor [G] as a pool of dark [D] blood ran.
Juan took rosary beads from his pocket [A] and put them in Bobby's hand.
[D] [A] In [D] his bush boy coat, so white and clean, [G] and his eyes sad [D] with restraint.
Juan Romero, [A] kneeling, he looked [D] like a saint.
[G] Sometimes he would [D] think of his Mexican home, [E] [A] and the pictures it hung on [D] the wall.
[G] The canonies [D] right next to Jesus and Mary, [A] with rosary beads by [D] their mom.
How the years have passed, his life is good, [G] with a family [Am] and his [D] own home.
He knows that Bobby would be proud [A] that he built Respect stone by stone.
[D] And though he never talks of that night, [G] one regret he's always [D] held.
Juan Romero [A] wishes he took those bullets [D] himself.
See [Am] the man by the asphalt [A] truck [G] on a hot summer [D] day in L.A.
Down the street by the big orange [G] trees, [A] with the Latino boys and girls playing.
[D] He's raking the tar like he's frosting a cake, [G] and he's doing the best [D] job he can.
Juan Romero, [A] a quiet, [D] yet [A] hard [D]-working man.
Juan Romero, [A] a quiet, [D] dignified man.
[G]
See the man by the asphalt truck [G] on a hot summer day in [D] L.A.
Down the street by the big orange trees [A] where the Latino boys and girls play.
[D] He's raking the tar, he's frosting, [G] and he's doing the best [D] job he can.
Juan Romero, [A] a quiet and hard [D]-working man.
But at ten years of age, from a Mexican state, [G] he crossed over the border and [D] stayed.
His pride would fall every time he was called [A] Taco Bender, Wetback Jose.
[D] He was seventeen when he got his first job [G] as a busboy in a big [D] hotel.
Juan Romero brought [A] trays to the rich [D] clientele.
[G] Sometimes he would think of [D] his Mexican home, [A] the pictures it hung on the [D] wall.
The [G] Kennedys [D] right next to Jesus and [B] Mary, [A] the rosary beads by their [D] mall.
One day in June, someone told him the news, [G] Bobby Kennedy [D] was in the hall.
He made sure that he'd be the one who would [A] bring him his dinner, and [F#m] he got the [A] call.
[D] He knocked on the door and he walked in the room.
[G] There was Bobby [A] and he shook [D] his hand.
Juan Romero says [A] he never felt more like [D] a man.
The following night, from the kitchen he [Bm] heard the great [G] victory [D] whistles and cheers.
He felt such hope that that moment it seemed [A] nothing could make his dreams disappear.
[D] While waiting at the service door to [G] see his Catholic hero [D] come in,
[A] [D] Juan Romero felt [A] the heat of the shots [D] on his skin.
And the great man lay on the concrete [Bm] [A] floor [G] as a pool of dark [D] blood ran.
Juan took rosary beads from his pocket [A] and put them in Bobby's hand.
[D] [A] In [D] his bush boy coat, so white and clean, [G] and his eyes sad [D] with restraint.
Juan Romero, [A] kneeling, he looked [D] like a saint.
[G] Sometimes he would [D] think of his Mexican home, [E] [A] and the pictures it hung on [D] the wall.
[G] The canonies [D] right next to Jesus and Mary, [A] with rosary beads by [D] their mom.
How the years have passed, his life is good, [G] with a family [Am] and his [D] own home.
He knows that Bobby would be proud [A] that he built Respect stone by stone.
[D] And though he never talks of that night, [G] one regret he's always [D] held.
Juan Romero [A] wishes he took those bullets [D] himself.
See [Am] the man by the asphalt [A] truck [G] on a hot summer [D] day in L.A.
Down the street by the big orange [G] trees, [A] with the Latino boys and girls playing.
[D] He's raking the tar like he's frosting a cake, [G] and he's doing the best [D] job he can.
Juan Romero, [A] a quiet, [D] yet [A] hard [D]-working man.
Juan Romero, [A] a quiet, [D] dignified man.
[G]
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_ See the man by the asphalt truck [G] on a hot summer day in [D] L.A. _
_ Down the street by the big orange trees [A] where the Latino boys and girls play. _
[D] He's raking the tar, he's frosting, _ [G] and he's doing the best [D] job he can. _
_ Juan Romero, [A] a quiet and hard [D]-working man. _ _ _ _ _
But at ten years of age, from a Mexican state, [G] he crossed over the border and [D] stayed. _ _
His pride would fall every time he was called [A] Taco Bender, Wetback Jose. _ _
[D] He was seventeen when he got his first job [G] as a busboy in a big [D] hotel. _ _
_ Juan Romero brought [A] trays to the rich [D] clientele. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Sometimes he would think of [D] his Mexican home, [A] the pictures it hung on the [D] wall. _
The [G] Kennedys [D] right next to Jesus and [B] Mary, [A] the rosary beads by their [D] mall. _ _
_ _ _ _ One day in June, someone told him the news, [G] Bobby Kennedy [D] was in the hall.
_ _ He made sure that he'd be the one who would [A] bring him his dinner, and [F#m] he got the [A] call.
_ _ [D] He knocked on the door and he walked in the room.
[G] There was Bobby [A] and he shook [D] his hand.
_ Juan Romero says [A] he never felt more like [D] a man.
The _ _ _ following night, from the kitchen he [Bm] heard the great [G] victory [D] whistles and cheers.
He felt such hope that that moment it seemed [A] nothing could make his dreams disappear.
_ _ [D] While waiting at the service door to [G] see his Catholic hero [D] come in,
[A] _ [D] _ Juan Romero felt [A] the heat of the shots [D] on his skin. _ _
_ And the great man lay on the concrete [Bm] [A] floor [G] as a pool of dark [D] blood ran.
_ Juan took rosary beads from his pocket [A] and put them in Bobby's hand.
[D] [A] In [D] his bush boy coat, so white and clean, [G] and his eyes sad [D] with _ restraint.
_ _ Juan Romero, [A] kneeling, he looked [D] like a saint. _ _ _ _
_ [G] Sometimes he would [D] think of his Mexican home, [E] [A] and the pictures it hung on [D] the wall.
_ _ [G] The canonies [D] right next to Jesus and Mary, [A] with rosary beads by [D] their mom.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ How the years have passed, his life is good, [G] with a family [Am] and his [D] own home.
_ He knows that Bobby would be proud [A] that he built Respect stone by stone.
[D] And though he never talks of that night, [G] one regret he's always [D] held.
_ _ Juan Romero [A] wishes he took those bullets [D] himself. _
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_ _ _ _ _ See [Am] the man by the asphalt [A] truck [G] on a hot summer [D] day in L.A.
_ _ Down the street by the big orange [G] trees, [A] with the Latino boys and girls playing.
_ [D] He's raking the tar like he's frosting a cake, [G] and he's doing the best [D] job he can.
_ _ Juan Romero, [A] a quiet, [D] yet [A] hard [D]-working man. _
_ _ _ _ _ Juan Romero, [A] a quiet, _ [D] dignified man. _
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_ See the man by the asphalt truck [G] on a hot summer day in [D] L.A. _
_ Down the street by the big orange trees [A] where the Latino boys and girls play. _
[D] He's raking the tar, he's frosting, _ [G] and he's doing the best [D] job he can. _
_ Juan Romero, [A] a quiet and hard [D]-working man. _ _ _ _ _
But at ten years of age, from a Mexican state, [G] he crossed over the border and [D] stayed. _ _
His pride would fall every time he was called [A] Taco Bender, Wetback Jose. _ _
[D] He was seventeen when he got his first job [G] as a busboy in a big [D] hotel. _ _
_ Juan Romero brought [A] trays to the rich [D] clientele. _ _ _ _ _
[G] Sometimes he would think of [D] his Mexican home, [A] the pictures it hung on the [D] wall. _
The [G] Kennedys [D] right next to Jesus and [B] Mary, [A] the rosary beads by their [D] mall. _ _
_ _ _ _ One day in June, someone told him the news, [G] Bobby Kennedy [D] was in the hall.
_ _ He made sure that he'd be the one who would [A] bring him his dinner, and [F#m] he got the [A] call.
_ _ [D] He knocked on the door and he walked in the room.
[G] There was Bobby [A] and he shook [D] his hand.
_ Juan Romero says [A] he never felt more like [D] a man.
The _ _ _ following night, from the kitchen he [Bm] heard the great [G] victory [D] whistles and cheers.
He felt such hope that that moment it seemed [A] nothing could make his dreams disappear.
_ _ [D] While waiting at the service door to [G] see his Catholic hero [D] come in,
[A] _ [D] _ Juan Romero felt [A] the heat of the shots [D] on his skin. _ _
_ And the great man lay on the concrete [Bm] [A] floor [G] as a pool of dark [D] blood ran.
_ Juan took rosary beads from his pocket [A] and put them in Bobby's hand.
[D] [A] In [D] his bush boy coat, so white and clean, [G] and his eyes sad [D] with _ restraint.
_ _ Juan Romero, [A] kneeling, he looked [D] like a saint. _ _ _ _
_ [G] Sometimes he would [D] think of his Mexican home, [E] [A] and the pictures it hung on [D] the wall.
_ _ [G] The canonies [D] right next to Jesus and Mary, [A] with rosary beads by [D] their mom.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ How the years have passed, his life is good, [G] with a family [Am] and his [D] own home.
_ He knows that Bobby would be proud [A] that he built Respect stone by stone.
[D] And though he never talks of that night, [G] one regret he's always [D] held.
_ _ Juan Romero [A] wishes he took those bullets [D] himself. _
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_ _ _ _ _ See [Am] the man by the asphalt [A] truck [G] on a hot summer [D] day in L.A.
_ _ Down the street by the big orange [G] trees, [A] with the Latino boys and girls playing.
_ [D] He's raking the tar like he's frosting a cake, [G] and he's doing the best [D] job he can.
_ _ Juan Romero, [A] a quiet, [D] yet [A] hard [D]-working man. _
_ _ _ _ _ Juan Romero, [A] a quiet, _ [D] dignified man. _
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