Mark Kozelek – Gustavo chords
Chords:
Intro: Am A# F Gm Am A# F Gm Am A#F GmI wrote a check and I bought an old houseAmI got a TV and a worn-out couchA# Hired a guy named Gustavo and his friendsFTo fix it up from the foundationGmOh god, those motherfuckers drove me nutsAmWith their electrical saws and mariachi musicA#But they really stepped it up manFAnd put their backs into itGmBut they lived pretty far awayAmThey wanted to stay for a couple of monthsA#'Til the work got done and I said sureFMade ‘em a key and got ‘em a microwaveBridge: Gm Am A#F Gm Gustavo was an illegal immigrantHe took the money that I gave himAm A#And he went and spent it on strippers and casinosAnd every once in a while with them I’d goF GmIt gets boring out in the mountains, you knowDmChopping wood, falling asleep to the TV snowCMaking ground beef tacosAmOn the top of a potbellied stoveCEating noodles from a Styrofoam cupDmWaiting for a ride that never shows upCWalking into town, browsing the windowsAmLooking at rifles, looking at ammoCAt night when everything’s closedIn my wet boots, in my winter clothes Bridge: Am A# F Gm Am A#F GmOne night they were headed for TahoeAmThey asked me along but I said fuck noA#'Cause I was tired and my money was tightFAnd they just laughed and said alrightGmAnd on the way back they got stoppedAmBy a redneck sunnyside highway copA#Gustavo was drunk and had an ounce of potFAnd spent the night on a jailhouse cotGmThey deported him back to MexicoDmHe called me collect from a Tijuana pay phoneCAsking man, could you wire me money?Am2500 for a border coyoteCHe needed work and he missed his familyDmBut I hung up and I said I’m sorryC AmBut I hung up and I felt uneasyC DmI hung up and my heart was heavyCI hung up and my back was achingAmPicking up the work they’d left in front of meCThe demoled walls and the pulled up floorsDmThe busted up cabinets and the broken drawersCThe kitchen sink was laying in the backyardAmAnd I looked down and my hands were tremblingCAnd I looked up and my roof was leakingF GmNow I still sleep on my beat-up old couchD#In the living room of my unfinished houseA#I got a licensed contractorFBut he quit cause his wife was dying of cancerGmBut what the hell, I’m just here trying to find answersD#To find peace of mind, to get a piece of the rockA#A place to put my mental clockFAnd my old guitars and gently rockGmBack and forth in my front porch chairD#Without a worry, without a careA# I’m doing alright but I’m still not thereF GmMy house ain’t done, but it’s alrightD# Floors ain’t level, but I ain’t some suburbanA#Who cares about bathroom tilesFStraight lines and building codes and Chinese wind chimesGmMy house ain’t done, but it’s fineD#Come out here from time to timeA#In December for the snowDmAnd in July to watch the roses growCMy gardener asks had I seen Gustavo?AmI just laughed and I said fuck noCNot since that night he leftDmHis hair combed back, headed for TahoeCMy girlfriend asked had I heard from that guy from Mexico?AmI said you mean Gustavo?CAnd I just laughed and I said noDmNot since he called from the Tijuana pay phoneC AmReally I don’t give much thought to GustavoA# FI love to go out to the mountains, thoughGm AmAnd in the fall, feel the breeze blowA# FAnd in the winter, watch the falling snowGm AmAnd in the spring, love the rainbowsA# FAnd in the summer smell the rosesGm Am CWhite and red and yellow