When The Desert

Intro 
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           E                 A      E 
Well she's real good pickin' like a low-hung fruit 
      E              A      E 
She's walking on air in her blue suede shoes 
      E                A         E 
She's easy on the eyes and she's real sweet too 
E                       A    E 
Prolly shoulda kept her man, that's the truth 

 
A 
Mama said boy why'd you let her go 
           A7 
'Cause I'm heading down south to Mexico 

 
C#m    G# 
Hey, señorita 
      A            E 
I was born to run away 
         A               E 
When the desert calls my name 
        B7                Cdim 
I'll go back to where I'm from 
    C#m       G# 
And I hate to leave ya 
      A             E 
But I never coulda stayed 
         A               E 
When the desrt calls my name 
        B7 
I'll go back to where I'm from 


Post-Chorus 
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       E            A      E 
Wll I got me a job in the big city lights 
    E                A   E 
I'm workin' all day, I'm workin' all night 
    E           A        E 
And got me a paycheck to front the bills 
      E                   A        E 
But I can't stop thinking bout the rollin' hills 

 
A 
Bossman said, son won't you stay 
        A7 
But I'm heading out west to Santa Fe 

 
C#m    G# 
Hey, señorita 
      A            E 
I was born to run away 
         A               E 
When the desert calls my name 
        B7                Cdim 
I'll go back to where I'm from 
    C#m       G# 
And I hate to leave ya 
      A             E 
But I never coulda stayed 
         A               E 
When the desrt calls my name 
        B7 
I'll go back to where I'm from 


Post-Chorus 
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            E 
I'll take a trip back home to the Marfa Lights 
          E 
Where the men stay up with the stars all night 
      E 
And I don't know how but I do know when 
     E 
Very soon I'll be comin', comin' home again 

 
       A 
I said babe 
      A7 
I'm a-ready for your cactus in my boots 

 
C#m    G# 
Hey, señorita 
      A            E 
I was born to run away 
         A               E 
When the desert calls my name 
        B7                Cdim 
I'll go back to where I'm from 
    C#m       G# 
And I hate to leave ya 
      A             E 
But I never coulda stayed 
         A               E 
When the desrt calls my name 
        B7 
I'll go back to where I'm from 

Outro 
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