Cifras para Guitarra Dutchman

Tono:  C
Cm
                                  
Gm
                          
Cm
 
A bunch of guys was in this bar room
Eb
                                                  
Cm
                  
Eb
 
Cm
 
Most of them had been there half the day
Eb
                                                      
F
                    
Ab
 
They'd been telling jokes and fairy tales lying
                
F
                                
Ab
 
Cm
 
Just to pass the time away
Eb
                      
Cm
          
Eb
 
Then suddenly someone cracked the bar room door
Gm
 
And then pushed it open wide
                  
Cm
    
Gm
 
And this huge tall dark dude
Cm
                                
Eb
                      
Cm
 
Eb
 
Bowed his head and stepped inside
Cm
                                  
Eb
 
I wonder where he's from?
                                  
Cm
 
Some blonde asked
        
Eb
                                                
Cm
 
The wind must have blown him in
                      
Eb
 
But an old Dutchman offered him a drink
Cm
                            
Eb
                        
F
 
What will it be, whisky, rum or gin?
                                  
Ab
                          
F
 
Sick him Fido, a redhead shouted
          
Ab
                                                      
Cm
 
Show him his way back to the street
        
Eb
                                                                  
Cm
 
But the Great Dane just walked over and licked his hand
        
Eb
                                  
Gm
 
And lay down at his feet
Gm
 
He said if you spare me that drink, Dutchman
Gm
                                                
Cm
 
I promise I'll tell you how
                              
Eb
                                    
Cm
 
That I came to be the helpless sight
                                              
Eb
 
That stands before you now
Cm
 
I used to be an artist
E
                                                    
Cm
                        
Eb
 
Not one who sits and fiddle out on the curb
Cm
 
But in my day and time
                                                
Eb
        
F
 
My music was considered superb
F
 
I wrote a song about a poor kid
                              
Ab
                  
Cm
 
Raised down in New Orleans
                    
Eb
 
It didn't make the hall of fame
Cm
                                                              
Eb
      
Gm
 
But it bought us shrimp, rice and beans
                            
Ab
 
He kept at it until it made the big time,
Gm
                                
F
    
Cm
 
Playing town after town
Ab
                                    
Eb
 
Until he met a woman he fell in love with
Cm
                                                                  
Eb
 
And it really turned his life around
Cm
 
She had eyes like Cleopatra
F
                        
Ab
 
And a head of luxurious hair
Cm
                                        
Eb
 
With the brilliance of her beauty
          
Cm
                                
Eb
 
None other could compare
          
F
                                          
Ab
 
When she lifted her eyes to his
        
F
                                      
Ab
 
Her lips would fall apart
          
Cm
                                                    
Eb
 
Each time she allowed him kiss her
      
Cm
                                          
Eb
 
It near petrified his heart
                  
Gm
 
But when he ask her would she marry him
Gm
                                                        
F
 
He'd give her everything he had
                      
Cm
                        
Eb
 
She turned and walked away
                            
Gm
                    
Eb
 
Cm
 
And it nearly drove him mad
                        
Eb
                                  
F
 
He promised her a half a million
                                      
Ab
              
Cm
 
And would even pay in advance
                                          
Eb
                    
Cm
 
If she would let him prove himself
                        
E
                              
F
 
Or at least give him a chance
                                        
Ab
 
And if he should go blind
                      
F
                                      
Ab
 
And had to use his hands to feel
                  
Cm
                                        
Eb
 
He would hire someone to do her work
                        
Ab
                      
Eb
 
Gm
 
And prepare her every meal
                        
Cm
                                          
Eb
 
How could a man love a woman so much?
                                                      
Gm
 
F
 
Not one of you would think!
                        
Ab
      
Cm
 
Well, I did and I still do
Ab
                      
Gm
 
Hey Dutchman, you promised me a drink!