Cifras
Born Too Late

 G                                                               C 
Saddle up that old gray mare for me
                 G                                                                     C 
I wanna ride until these eyes of mine can't see
     Am                                                                                   D 
I never really feel like looking very much anymore
         Am                                                                                                                   D 
And nothing really matters till it's closer than the house next door
 G                                                                                                                       C 
People talk a lot, but they can never find the heart and the soul
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To put a lot of time into more than just a search for gold
         Am                                                                                                           D 
The river's flowing dirty and it's moving down to pass Christian
             Am                                                                                           D 
There used to be a time when it's water was a healing hand
                                   Em           C                                           D 
You're born too late and everything you love is gone, gone
                   Em             C                                           D 
Born too late and everything you know is wrong
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I've got a wife in Cleveland and she hates my guts
         G                                                                                                       C 
And everything about her's a reflection of what drove me nuts
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I stopped to buy a beer inside the trading post and lost my keys
           Am                                                                                                 D 
That somber wooden Indian by the door began to laugh at me
                   Em             C                                           D 
Born too late and everything you love is gone, gone
                   Em             C                                           D 
Born too late and everything you know is wrong
                   Em                   D 
Born too late

               G                                                                                               C 
And my silver Catalina's busy rusting in the cool night air
           G                                                                                                     C 
He's only got a few more miles left beneath his hood out there
     Am                                                                                                                   D 
I stood a while beside him and I thought about his thirst for oil
     Am                                                                                                               D 
I thought about his greed for speed and how we've all got spoiled
                                 Em             C                                           D 
You're born too late and everything you love is gone, gone
                                 Em             C                                           D 
You're born too late and everything you know is wrong
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You're born too late and everything you love is gone, gone
You're born too late and everything you know is wrong