Alamo
Tori Amos

Am7
Alamo
Am7 Dm
heard all about your fandango
Dm G
begged on my knees on your back door
G
only to wake you to
C
blues on the way
Dm
blues on the way
Am7
blues on the way

embarcadero, figures you'll see me as older
twenty-three hours til the border
Don't think I'll be going as fast as I came.
fast as I came
fast as I came

Dm
the tears on my pillow,
of course they're not mine
G
alter that altar
make it a play
G F
somebody invent the telephone line
Am7
I'll take my chances

Alamo
wish I could do what Gold does
heard that the stars were in order
got yourself dealt a hand
with two queen of spades
and blues on the way
blues on the way

tears on my pillow
of course they're not mine
alter that altar
make it a play
somebody just
somebody invent the telephone line
I'll take my chances