Dos Corazones del Fuego

Written on the roads in Patagonia December 2018

[D] He was singing the [A] blues In the [G] Hotel Santa [D] Cruz
[D] On an old guitar that he found
In the [Bm] closet of his [A] room
No [D] windows and no doors Can’t stay [Bm] dry when it [G] pours
riding [D] 10,000 [A] miles and [G] he’s got saddle [D] sores
And [Em] he was [A] alone, and [D] doing [A7] just [G] fine
‘cuz [Em] loneliness is [A] just a state of [D] mind
[D] She was slinging the [A] booze in the [G] Hotel Santa [D] Cruz
[D] She’d been there since she realized
That her [Bm] old man was a [A] dud
She [D] planted her sweet begonia [Bm] Down in Pata[G]gonia
Saving [D] up for a [A] one way [G] ticket to Mon[D]golia
And [Em] she was [A] alone, and [D] doing [A7] just [G] fine
‘cuz [Em] loneliness is [A] just a state of [D] mind
Bridge:
[D] Across this [G] wind-swept [D] land
They [Bm] had no formal [G] plan
Dos [D] corazones del fu[A]ego
With [G] time on their [D] side
To[Bm]gether they would [G] ride
Dos [D] corazones [A] del fu[D]ego
[D] He paid off her [A] debts she put [G] out his cigar[D]ette
[D] They took off down the road
[Bm] Riding sided by [A] side
[D] Their passions they were swellin’ At the [Bm] strait of Ma[G]gellan
[D] Destin[A]ation [G] unfor[D]tellin’
And [Em] they were [A] alone, and [D] doing [A7] just [G] fine
‘cuz [Em] loneliness is [A] just a state of [D] mind