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Intro: Spanish guitar + trumpets
Verse:
Oh conchita, won't ya have a seat-a, tell me baby who's to blame?
F C
I'll fucking kill the man who has done you wrong
Bb A
My body's shaking outta control
Repeat chords from verse 1:
His name is Larry
Oh, he's really scary
Drinkin' at the fucking bar
Tap his shoulder
Muscles like a boulder
Tell him that he's gone too far
He laughs and tells me to fuckin' fuck myself
Now my blood is boilin' over my soul!
Hey!
(Conversation with Larry in between the riff:)
JB: Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't hear that.
Did you just tell me to fuckin' fuck myself?
Larry: Yeah!
JB: Well I'm telling you to step outside
Larry: Oh really?
JB: Yeah, we got some things to talk about
A little lady named Conchita
Larry: Hey!
JB: Yeah, you harmed her!
Larry: What? Who said? Who are you?
Jb: Yeah fuck you, you fucking piece of shit!
Bridge:
C#m B
When my fist connects at Larry, falls down to the ground
A Ab
I see he's cut me with a bottle
My pistol rises, cause it's time to double down
Larry runs, I chase him out full-throttle
(now alter between A and Ab, on the rythm of course)
¿Dónde estás mi horse? Ayee?
Digame, dónde estás Larry? ayee?
En los montañes? Donde? en los canyon?
Muy bien, Coldwater Canyon?
Andole, si, hay... hay, hay!
(Lyrics during Horse riff:)
Ah, te llamo mi Conchita
Yo tengo hombre para tu gota
Mira mi cada
Soy en fuego para tu bueso
Mi amor
Now repeat the chords from verse 1 again:
Watchin' Larry
In his sanctuary
Thinkin' that he got away
With Conchita
Oh my mamacita
Kissing him upon the face
I fuckin' rue the day that I fought for you
Now my mind is spinnin' out of control
Oooohh
Now comes this riff again, but with distortion added:
(Not sure about these lyrics here):
Ah I'm sorry mamacita-aaaaaaaaah!
Oh my little senorita-aaaaaaaaah!
Ima drinkin' margarita-aaaaaaaah!
Written by Kyle Richard Gass, Thomas Black, John Kimbrough