Cifras para Bandolín Caravan

Tono:  C

Introducción: Am C G C

                F   C F
Am                         C             G                   C
Pour the petrol can, around this caravan.
          F             C                                   F
And watch the flames take all you own.
                    Am                       C                       G                           C
There's a girl who understands, by the back of her two hands.
F                           C           F
    She's all you need to know.
                      G                                             C               G               F
'Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
                G                                             C   G                       F
There's braille for the deaf and signposts for the blind.
                G                                                     C       G                       F
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.
{Whistling}
                Am                                   C                               G                       C
And you follow the blackbird home, through the early winter snow.
F                                 C                                       F
      Your footprints track you through the grass.
                Am                                         C                           G                                   C
And you ache just to smell her clothes, and her cooking down on the stove.
F                         C                                     F
      You see her face in everyone you pass.
                      G                                             C               G               F
'Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
                G                                             C   G                       F
There's braille for the deaf and signposts for the blind.
                G                                                     C       G                       F
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.
G             C               G         F
  And you walk down to her window.
G                           C     G                     F
  And press your face against the glass.
G             C                 G         F
  Only to find that she is happy in his arms.
{Whistling}
                      G                                             C               G               F
'Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
                G                                             C   G                       F
There's braille for the deaf and signposts for the blind.
                G                                                     C       G                       F
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.