d By Kailum
D A
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
G D
Dust on my face and my cape,
A
Me and Magdalena on the run
G D
I think this time we shall escape.
Sold my guitar to the baker's son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide,
But I can get another one
And I'll play for Magdalena as we ride.
A
No llores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
G D
Soon the horse will take us to Durango.
A
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
G D
Soon you will be dancing the fandango
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