by Delbert McClinton
Count in 3 beats
Intro | E | B7 | E |
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She left a | lipstick letter on the mirror shattered on the | bathroom floor. |
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All I could put back together was never see | me no more. |
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Took all her clothes but one red | dress, the one she | knows I like the | best. |
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All I could | do was clean up the | mess, and wonder where she | had gone. |
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I had a | sky-blue rag top Mustang, a 19 | 64. |
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She drove it off into the night til it just wouldn't | go no more. |
E7 | A | F#m | |
She caught a ride on into | town, bought some | gas and laid the top | down. |
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Then she | burned that pony to the | ground on the desert in New | Mexico. |
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A | F#m | E | B7 | E |
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I put a | call into her mamasita, back in | El Paso. |
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She said she got the story from Rita on her way to | Mexico. |
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Her mama knew I was taking it | hard, said she was | sorry about my | car. |
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She said "You're | lucky all she broke was your | heart |
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You better just let | her go." |
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Spoken |
E | |
She never | gave me a chance to explain. |
A | F#m | |
Hell I | guess it doesn't much matter now | anyway. |
Sung |
B7 | E | |
When Rita | leaves, Rita's | gone. |
B7 | E | |
When Rita | leaves, Rita's | gone. |