Comin' Down

Capo 2

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That old Mexican man picks up 
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cans in the roadside dust
     G                             
They say that things turned bad for
              A             E
 him when the oil booms went bust

He had a life down here in Houston, 
a good job and a lovin' wife
       G                           
But he killed a man in Corpus, now 
     A               D
he's serving out his life

  F#m                       A     
A shell of a Mexican man, a number
           E
 is all he is
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A proud pure blood slowly drained 
            A              E
away by the life a convict lives
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And life without parole when he 
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told 'em what he'd done
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It's a damn shame what a man can 
          A                        
do with an angry soul and an old 
 D
war gun

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A   E                  F#m
Oh, oh can you hear it comin'
D   E                  F#m
Oh, oh can you hear it now
A   E                  F#m
Oh, oh can you hear it comin'
D   E              F#m
Oh, oh it's comin? down


After the rigs he got a job at the 
old A&P
Sacking up bags for rich old men 
just to save his family
In his broken tongue he'd cuss 'em 
for the things they never knew
And in his mind he knew the cost of 
the life he would have to choose

So one hot summer night, with no 
gulf breeze at all
He kissed his little girls 
goodnight, told his wife she'd get a
 call
He walked out of the house that 
night, through bars no one could see
Skyline blurred by the old man's 
tears, he's gonna set his family 
free

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His kids are all grown up now, they 
moved away
His wife met some kind of artist 
man, now she's off in Santa Fe
And I tried to talk to him once, 
it's hell in here without a friend
But he just turned his back on me 
and started praying on the beads 
again

So someday soon, I guess he'll die 
in here, don't you know that's the 
way it goes
Cool gray eyes, a broken down face 
that nobody really knows
But every week he gets a letter and 
every week tears, they fall like 
rain
Cause every week there's a postmark 
and every week it's Santa Fe

Chorus