Mexicali Blues
Bob Weir

A                                 G    F#m   Em
Laid back in an old saloon with a peso in my hand
A                                  D 
Watching flies and children on the street
A                                             G      F#m    Em
And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile
A                                          D
There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet
         G                    B                 Em
And it's three days ride from Bakersfield and I don't know why I came
  A                                D
I guess I came to keep from paying dues
   G                  B            Em
So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen
    A
And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues  Yeah

D									
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
                        A						
When the devil wants to take it all away
A
Cherish well your thoughts and keep a tight grip on your booze
A				        				
Cause thinking and drinking are all I have today

A                                    G       F#m      Em
She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town
A                                   D
I didn't know a stage line ran from Hell
        A                              G        F#m     Em
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold
A                                    D
All the French perfume you'd care to smell.
    G          B                 Em
She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear
 A                                 D
"Go on, my friend, do anything you choose."
        G                B             Em
Now I'm paying for those happy hours I spent there in her arms
       A
With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali Blues

D									
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
                        A						
When the devil wants to take it all away
A
Cherish well your thoughts and keep a tight grip on your booze
A				        				
Cause thinking and drinking are all I have today

A                                   G       F#m        Em
And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law
A                              D
Billy Jean was waiting when he came
    A                               G      F#m    Em
She told me he would take her, if I didn't use my gun
A                             D
I'd have no one but myself to blame
G                    B              Em
I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind.
  A                                    D
I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news
      G                B                    Em
Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw
       A      
And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues.

D
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
                     A
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands
A
He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark
A
Just riding and running across those desert sands. 

INTRO and AFTER EACH CHORUS:
A siding D to a sliding A emulating a trumpet