Ricardo

A
Richard came inside a gas-truck's 
gear
F#m
Hiding from officers
Bm
Crossing the limits of the country's
 fears
D
And lying as gossipers
A
As he decided to leave the hiding 
place
F#m
To take a walk in the American dream
Bm
Felt so scared but he needed some 
sun on the face
D
And in the street officers took him

           A
Those were hard days for a gambler
           F#m
Those were hard days for a man
       Bm
But too hard to remember
    D
As he hard to leave again

Continúa después del anuncio
A
Richard got rid of Miami low
F#m
By deportation and some injuries
Bm
When te moreno man
With a punch on the law
D
Got in love so tenderly
A
Because in the flight he heard a 
voice
F#m
Which latin accent swung his soul
Bm
So when they landed, love left no 
choice
D
Had to go with her to Mexico

           A
Those were good days for a gambler
          F#m
Those were good days for a man
    Bm
But too good to remember
D
As he hard to leave again

A
Richard waited the night
To leave the house of cheer
F#m
When she was sleeping safe
Bm
Kissed her belly with a guilty tear
D
But must get lonely to be rave
A
And hit the road looking for 
something else
F#m
But for the first time felt alone
Bm
Wanted a place to rest in peace
D                        A
But there's no way back home