Standard (EADGBE)
I spun a bottle on a map to tell us which way to go,
now I'm hell-bound south in that Hermosillo.
Got the ashes of my best friend in a cremation jar,
on the shotgun seat of the car.
Got the top chopped off, got the windows down.
One last tour through our happy happy hunting grounds.
Though we never made a kill,
that was never really what we came down here for.
So give me a sign amigo, can you tell me,
did you go down laughing when you finally fell.
We had tales to tell we had songs to sing.
Did you get your horns or did they give you wings,
well either works just as well.
Ashes of San Miguel
Well its a hundred and one under this fanatical sun.
The black-eyed federales dripping sweat on their machine guns sayin'
"drive on slow gringo, you ain't as important as you think you are."
I got a box of firecrackers and liquor to go,
Vamanos amigo, para Bahia Kino
Well everything is here, from the pesos to the beer,
still no sign of your ghost.
So give me a sign amigo, can you tell me,
did you go down laughing when you finally fell.
We had tales to tell we had songs to sing.
Did you get your horns or did they give you wings,
well either works just as well.
Ashes of San Miguel
The desert's lovely, dark, and deep.
And I got no more promises left to keep.
But why tell me why, I got to drain the bottle dry,
Before I can cry, before I can cry over you
Well there's bones on the beach, and there's ashes in the jar,
a ghost in the air laughing at fools at the bar.
And inside there's a river that don't run to the sea no more.
Life is cheap here, and death is rich.
They finally got you lucky son of a bitch.
If I could do it again I'd cry out loud at your hospital bed.
So give me a sign amigo, can you tell me,
did you hit the ground laughing when you finally fell.
We had tales to tell we had songs to sing.
Did you get your horns or did they give you wings,
well either works just as well.
Ashes of San Miguel