Chords
The Men Are Called Horsemen There

Key: D

Introduction: F    Am    F    Am    

                F                                                    Am  
I?m sorry to say that I?m sorry
                                        F  
That someone undressed me as professed to me
          Am  
In Spain with their eyes
F                                         Am  
Ba dum-bum ba da dum.
F                                         Am  
Ba dum-bum ba da da da dum.
             F                                                      Am  
I?m sorry ?cause somebody told me to watch
                  F  
And I watched for it all over
Am  
Spain with my eyes.
Dm                                         C      Am  
Ba dum-bum ba da dum.
Dm                                         C                      Am  
Ba dum-bum ba da da da dum.
Am  
If I?m sorry, then so are you
                  Bb                                                            F  
Cause I, I go where you tell me to.
Am              F                 Am  
On horseshoes.
Casanova ran
                                  F  
?But if you ride over there
                                  Am  
they?ll put bows in your hair
                                F  
they will stand back and
                                             Am  
stare at you in Spain with their eyes.?
Dm                                         C    Am  
Ba dum-bum ba da dum.
Dm                                         C                    Am  
Ba dum-bum ba da da da dum.
Am  
It never occurred to me
             Bb  
And it never occurred to me
          Dm                      C  
And it never occurred to me
                          F                                                            Am  
That the men are called horsemen there
                                  F                                                            Am  
Uh-oh, the men are called horsemen there-ere-ere
                                F  
Uh-oh, the men are called horsemen and
Am  
I?M NO HORSEMAN!
                        F  
Oh, the men are called horsemen and
Am  
I?M NO HORSEMAN!
                        F  
Oh, the men are called horsemen and
Am  
I?M NO HORSEMAN!
                                                  Bb  
I?M NO HORSE! And you are no angel?
          Am                                      Bb  
Oh I?m no horse and you are no angel.
        Am  
If I was a horse I would
Bb  
Crouch like a leopard.
     Am  
If I was a horse I would
Bb  
Trample the shepherd, love.
     Am  
If I was a horse I?d have
Bb  
Pricks in my mane.
     Am  
If I was a horse I would
Bb  
Throw up the reins.
                          F              Dm  
If I was you
        Bb                                                         C  
If I was a horse I would throw up the reins.
                          F                                 Dm  
If I was you? Oh, oh oh oh oh
     Bb                                                            C  
If I was a horse I would throw up the reins.
                          F                                 Dm  
If I was you? Oh, oh oh oh oh
          Bb                                            C                                    F  
But I am no horse and you are no angel?
                                     Dm  
Woah ha oh ha oh ha oh
                          Bb                                                         C  
I said if I was a horse I would throw up the reins.
                          F                                            Dm  
If I was you. Woah ha oh ha oh ha oh
Bb  C  F  Dmx2  
Bb                                         C  
Your hands on my neck
F                                              Dm  
Your hands on my muscles
Bb                                            C  
Your weight on my back
F                                            Dm  
It keeps me from trouble
Bb                                         C  
But oh, oh oh oh oh oh?
(The next part is all bar chords Gm=3rd fret, Dm=5th, Eb=6th , Bb=6th)
                          Gm                            Dm  
But such weights never did stay
             Eb                         Bb  
In Madrid, did they?
                Gm                                      Dm                                 Eb                         Bb  
Where someone says, ?fuck me? someone else says, ?ok.?
                             Gm                              Dm  
You gotta ride me to a pasture
                Eb                                            Bb  
on a ride to kiss such withered wings.
                     Gm                              Dm                                    Eb                      Bb  
Where someone says ?fuck me? someone else says, ?ok.?