Ballad Of Lupe Montosa
Roger ClyneVersion1
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Well, they shot poor old Lupe Montosa
They gunned him down about the bootlegger's spring
They stole his only silver ring
They wrecked all his distilling things
And made a widow of his sweet little wife Rosa
They found an old curandero, to bury the mescalero
While his family cried for thirteen nights and days...
When Lupito asked his momma why his papa had to go and die,
She said, "Dios works in the most loco of ways"
So, the Padre tried to settle down, the angry mob that gathered round
He said, "Let no more tears flow, let's let no more blood spill.
People don't you take revenge, in time the lord will surely avenge this crime
For Lupe, and the untimely death of our still."
Well, they shot poor old Lupe Montosa
They gunned him down about the bootlegger's spring
They stole his only silver ring
They wrecked all his distilling things
And made a widow of his sweet little wife Rosa
When they found the man who shot down poor old Lupe,
You know their lives were just barely a-flicker...
See they'd all lost their minds,
Each one was permanently blind,
With drinking too much of poor Lupe's good liquor
Yeah, they shot down poor Lupe Montosa
They gunned him down about the bootlegger's spring
They stole his only silver ring
They wrecked all his distilling things
And made a widow of his sweet little wife Rosa
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Readable chord sheet for Ballad Of Lupe Montosa by Roger Clyne
[G] [G] [C] [C] [G] Well, they [G]shot poor old Lupe Mon[C]tosa They gunned him [G]down about the bootlegger's [D]spring They stole his [G]only silver r[B7]ing They wrecked [C7]all his distilling [A7]things And made a [G]widow of his [D]sweet little wife [G]Rosa They found an [G]old curandero, to [C]bury the mescalero While his [G]family cried for thirteen ni[D]ghts and days... When Lup[G]ito asked his momma [Bm]why his [Em]papa had to [D]go and [C]die, She said,[Em] "Dios [Am]works in the most [Em]loco of [G]ways" [G] [G] [C] [G] So, the [G]Padre tried to settle down, the [C]angry mob that gathered round He said,[G] "Let no more tears flow, let's let [D]no more blood s[D7]pill. People do[G]n't you take r[Bm]evenge, in time the [Em]lord will su[D]rely av[C]enge this crime For [G]Lupe, and the [D]untimely [C]death of our [G]still." Well, they [G]shot poor old Lupe Mon[C]tosa They gunned him [G]down about the bootlegger's [D]spring They stole his [G]only silver r[B7]ing They wrecked [C7]all his distilling [A7]things And made a [G]widow of his [D]sweet little wife [G]Rosa [G] [G] [C] [C] [D] [D] [G] [E] [D] [G] [G] [G] [G] When they found the [G]man who shot down poor old [C]Lupe, You know their [G]lives were just barely a-[D]flicker... See they'd [G]all lost their [B7]minds, Each one was[C7] permanently bl[A7]ind, With d[G]rinking too much of poor [D]Lupe's good [G]liquor Yeah, they [G]shot down poor Lupe Mo[C]ntosa They gunned him [G]down about the bootlegger's [D]spring They stole his [G]only silver r[B7]ing They wrecked [C7]all his distilling [A7]things And made a [G]widow of his [D]sweet little wife [G]Rosa [G] [G] [C] [C] [G]