Capo 2
[F#m]That old Mexican man picks up [A]cans in the roadside [E]dust
They [G]say that things turned bad for him when the [A]oil booms went[E] bust
He had a life down here in Houston, a good job and a lovin' wife
But he [G]killed a man in Corpus, now he's [A]serving out his [D]life
A [F#m]shell of a Mexican man, a [A]number is all he [E]is
[G]A proud pure blood slowly drained away by the [A]life a convict [E]lives
And [F#m]life without parole when he [A]told 'em what he'd [E]done
[G]It's a damn shame what a man can do with an [A]angry soul and an old war [D]gun
Oh, oh [A]can [E]you hear it comin' [F#m]
[D]Oh, [E]oh can you hear it [F#m]now
[A]Oh, [E]oh can you hear it [F#m]comin'
[D]Oh, [E]oh it's comin? [F#m]down
After the rigs he got a job at the old A&P
Sacking up bags for rich old men just to save his family
In his broken tongue he'd cuss 'em for the things they never knew
And in his mind he knew the cost of the life he would have to choose
So one hot summer night, with no gulf breeze at all
He kissed his little girls goodnight, told his wife she'd get a call
He walked out of the house that night, through bars no one could see
Skyline blurred by the old man's tears, he's gonna set his family free
Chorus
His kids are all grown up now, they moved away
His wife met some kind of artist man, now she's off in Santa Fe
And I tried to talk to him once, it's hell in here without a friend
But he just turned his back on me and started praying on the beads again
So someday soon, I guess he'll die in here, don't you know that's the way it goes
Cool gray eyes, a broken down face that nobody really knows
But every week he gets a letter and every week tears, they fall like rain
Cause every week there's a postmark and every week it's Santa Fe
Chorus
[F#m]That old Mexican man picks up [A]cans in the roadside [E]dust
They [G]say that things turned bad for him when the [A]oil booms went[E] bust
He had a life down here in Houston, a good job and a lovin' wife
But he [G]killed a man in Corpus, now he's [A]serving out his [D]life
A [F#m]shell of a Mexican man, a [A]number is all he [E]is
[G]A proud pure blood slowly drained away by the [A]life a convict [E]lives
And [F#m]life without parole when he [A]told 'em what he'd [E]done
[G]It's a damn shame what a man can do with an [A]angry soul and an old war [D]gun
Oh, oh [A]can [E]you hear it comin' [F#m]
[D]Oh, [E]oh can you hear it [F#m]now
[A]Oh, [E]oh can you hear it [F#m]comin'
[D]Oh, [E]oh it's comin? [F#m]down
After the rigs he got a job at the old A&P
Sacking up bags for rich old men just to save his family
In his broken tongue he'd cuss 'em for the things they never knew
And in his mind he knew the cost of the life he would have to choose
So one hot summer night, with no gulf breeze at all
He kissed his little girls goodnight, told his wife she'd get a call
He walked out of the house that night, through bars no one could see
Skyline blurred by the old man's tears, he's gonna set his family free
Chorus
His kids are all grown up now, they moved away
His wife met some kind of artist man, now she's off in Santa Fe
And I tried to talk to him once, it's hell in here without a friend
But he just turned his back on me and started praying on the beads again
So someday soon, I guess he'll die in here, don't you know that's the way it goes
Cool gray eyes, a broken down face that nobody really knows
But every week he gets a letter and every week tears, they fall like rain
Cause every week there's a postmark and every week it's Santa Fe
Chorus
