Mark Kozelek — Gustavo

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                                   Mark Kozelek & Jimmy LaValle - Gustavo
                                    From album 'Perils from the Sea'


If you want to sound as same as the record, listen the rhytm and play a riff with E (lowest) string and G 
string.




Intro: Am A# F Gm Am A# F Gm Am A#

F                                   Gm
I wrote a check and I bought an old house
                           Am
I got a TV and a worn-out couch
                                  A#  
Hired a guy named Gustavo and his friends
                             F
To fix it up from the foundation
                                     Gm
Oh god, those motherfuckers drove me nuts
                                           Am
With their electrical saws and mariachi music
                              A#
But they really stepped it up man
                         F
And put their backs into it 
                           Gm
But they lived pretty far away
                                    Am
They wanted to stay for a couple of months
                                   A#
'Til the work got done and I said sure
                                   F
Made ‘em a key and got ‘em a microwave


Bridge: Gm Am A#


F                             Gm 
Gustavo was an illegal immigrant
                                
He took the money that I gave him
                      Am                         A#
And he went and spent it on strippers and casinos

And every once in a while with them I’d go
F                                           Gm
It gets boring out in the mountains, you know
                                        Dm
Chopping wood, falling asleep to the TV snow
                     C
Making ground beef tacos
                        Am
On the top of a potbellied stove
                                 C
Eating noodles from a Styrofoam cup
                                      Dm
Waiting for a ride that never shows up
                                       C
Walking into town, browsing the windows
                                Am
Looking at rifles, looking at ammo
                                C
At night when everything’s closed

In my wet boots, in my winter clothes


Bridge: Am A# F Gm Am A#


F                               Gm
One night they were headed for Tahoe
                                   Am
They asked me along but I said fuck no
                                      A#
'Cause I was tired and my money was tight
                                    F
And they just laughed and said alright
                                   Gm
And on the way back they got stopped
                                Am
By a redneck sunnyside highway cop
                                      A#
Gustavo was drunk and had an ounce of pot
                                     F
And spent the night on a jailhouse cot 
                               Gm
They deported him back to Mexico 
                                     Dm
He called me collect from a Tijuana pay phone 
                                C
Asking man, could you wire me money? 
                      Am
2500 for a border coyote
                                   C
He needed work and he missed his family 
                                 Dm
But I hung up and I said I’m sorry
C                          Am
But I hung up and I felt uneasy
C                            Dm
I hung up and my heart was heavy
                             C
I hung up and my back was aching
                                      Am
Picking up the work they’d left in front of me
                                         C
The demoled walls and the pulled up floors 
                                           Dm
The busted up cabinets and the broken drawers
                                         C
The kitchen sink was laying in the backyard
                                         Am
And I looked down and my hands were trembling
 C
And I looked up and my roof was leaking

F                                    Gm
Now I still sleep on my beat-up old couch 
                                       D#
In the living room of my unfinished house
                        A#
I got a licensed contractor
                                          F
But he quit cause his wife was dying of cancer 
                                                   Gm
But what the hell, I’m just here trying to find answers
                                              D#
To find peace of mind, to get a piece of the rock 
                             A#
A place to put my mental clock
                                F
And my old guitars and gently rock
                                   Gm
Back and forth in my front porch chair
                             D#
Without a worry, without a care
                                      A#          
I’m doing alright but I’m still not there

F                                Gm
My house ain’t done, but it’s alright 
                                         D#           
Floors ain’t level, but I ain’t some suburban
                            A#
Who cares about bathroom tiles
                                                      F
Straight lines and building codes and Chinese wind chimes
                                Gm
My house ain’t done, but it’s fine
                              D#
Come out here from time to time
                      A#
In December for the snow
                                Dm
And in July to watch the roses grow
                                 C
My gardener asks had I seen Gustavo? 
                                Am
I just laughed and I said fuck no
                         C
Not since that night he left
                                   Dm
His hair combed back, headed for Tahoe 
                                            C
My girlfriend asked had I heard from that guy from Mexico?
                     Am
I said you mean Gustavo?
                               C
And I just laughed and I said no
                                           Dm
Not since he called from the Tijuana pay phone
           C                            Am
Really I don’t give much thought to Gustavo
 A#                              F
I love to go out to the mountains, though
Gm                           Am
And in the fall, feel the breeze blow
A#                           F
And in the winter, watch the falling snow
Gm                          Am
And in the spring, love the rainbows 
A#                            F
And in the summer smell the roses
                        Gm Am C
White and red and yellow


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