Adios Hermanos Chords by Paul Simon
Tempo:
179.75 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
G#
A#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F]
[A#m]
[F#]
[G#]
[F#] [D#]
[F#] [G#]
[A#m]
[F#]
It [G#]
[D#m] [A#m]
[D#] [F#]
[C#] was the morning of October 6, 1960.
I was [A#m] wearing my brown suit, preparing to leave the house of D.
[F#] Shook some hands, [G#] then adios Brooklyn [F#]
amigos.
[E] [D#] [F#]
[C#] Maybe some of the mad folks have seen me again.
Some even [Fm] said that my [A#m] judge, Judge Darryl Kulkin,
[F#] wouldn't play it by the book, maybe [G#] let us off the hook.
But [D#m]
whoa, [F] I knew [F#] better.
[C#] Afraid to leave the project, [A#m]
to cross into another neighborhood.
[F#] The Blancos and [G#] the nigger gangs, [F#] well, [A#m] they'd kill you if they could.
[F#]
Angel of mercy, people [B] are suffering [G#] all [C#]
over the world.
[B] [F#] [C#]
Spanish [G#] children [D#] are taught [C#] on their knees to [F#] believe.
Angel of mercy, people [B] are suffering [C] all over [C#] the island tonight.
[B]
[F#] [C#]
[G#] Mothers weep, [C#] sisters [G#]
grieve.
Well, [F#] [C#] I entered the courtroom, state of New York, county of New [G#] York.
[A#m] Just some spic they scrubbed off the [G#] sidewalk.
[F#] Guilty by my dress, [G#] guilty in the press.
Let [F#] the Cape man burn for the [D#m] murders.
[F#] [C#] Well, the Spanish boys had their day in court, and [G#] now it was time for [A#m] some f***ing law and order.
[F#] The electric chair for the [G#] greasy pair, said [F#] the judge to the [D#] court reporter.
[F#] [C#]
Afraid to leave the project, [A#m] to cross into another neighborhood.
[F#] The newspapers and the [G#] TV crews, [F#] well, they'd kill you if [C#] they could.
[F#]
Angel of mercy, [B] people are suffering [C] all [C#] over the world.
[B] [F#]
[C#] A Spanish [G#]
boy could [C#] be killed [G#m] every night [F#] of the week.
Just let some white boy die and the world [B] goes crazy for [C] [C#] blood.
Latin blood, [B]
[F#] [C#] I don't [G#]
lie.
[C#]
When [G#] I speak, well, [C#] they shackle
[G#] my [A#m]
hands.
[F#] A heavy belt [G#] around my waist [F#] to restrain [C#] me.
[D#m]
[G#] And [C#] they shackle
[G#] my [A#m]
legs.
[C#] [F#] Hernandez, [G#] the umbrella man, chained [F#] beside [F] me.
[C#]
Then we rode that black Mariah [A#m] through the streets of Spanish Harlem.
[F] Calling old friends on [G#] the corners just [F#] to lay [C#] our prayers [D#] upon [B] them.
[C#] Crying adios [D#] hermanos, [A#m]
adios.
[F#] Adios [G#] hermanos,
[F#] [C#] adios.
[A#m]
[F#]
[G#]
[F#] [D#]
[F#] [G#]
[A#m]
[F#]
It [G#]
[D#m] [A#m]
[D#] [F#]
[C#] was the morning of October 6, 1960.
I was [A#m] wearing my brown suit, preparing to leave the house of D.
[F#] Shook some hands, [G#] then adios Brooklyn [F#]
amigos.
[E] [D#] [F#]
[C#] Maybe some of the mad folks have seen me again.
Some even [Fm] said that my [A#m] judge, Judge Darryl Kulkin,
[F#] wouldn't play it by the book, maybe [G#] let us off the hook.
But [D#m]
whoa, [F] I knew [F#] better.
[C#] Afraid to leave the project, [A#m]
to cross into another neighborhood.
[F#] The Blancos and [G#] the nigger gangs, [F#] well, [A#m] they'd kill you if they could.
[F#]
Angel of mercy, people [B] are suffering [G#] all [C#]
over the world.
[B] [F#] [C#]
Spanish [G#] children [D#] are taught [C#] on their knees to [F#] believe.
Angel of mercy, people [B] are suffering [C] all over [C#] the island tonight.
[B]
[F#] [C#]
[G#] Mothers weep, [C#] sisters [G#]
grieve.
Well, [F#] [C#] I entered the courtroom, state of New York, county of New [G#] York.
[A#m] Just some spic they scrubbed off the [G#] sidewalk.
[F#] Guilty by my dress, [G#] guilty in the press.
Let [F#] the Cape man burn for the [D#m] murders.
[F#] [C#] Well, the Spanish boys had their day in court, and [G#] now it was time for [A#m] some f***ing law and order.
[F#] The electric chair for the [G#] greasy pair, said [F#] the judge to the [D#] court reporter.
[F#] [C#]
Afraid to leave the project, [A#m] to cross into another neighborhood.
[F#] The newspapers and the [G#] TV crews, [F#] well, they'd kill you if [C#] they could.
[F#]
Angel of mercy, [B] people are suffering [C] all [C#] over the world.
[B] [F#]
[C#] A Spanish [G#]
boy could [C#] be killed [G#m] every night [F#] of the week.
Just let some white boy die and the world [B] goes crazy for [C] [C#] blood.
Latin blood, [B]
[F#] [C#] I don't [G#]
lie.
[C#]
When [G#] I speak, well, [C#] they shackle
[G#] my [A#m]
hands.
[F#] A heavy belt [G#] around my waist [F#] to restrain [C#] me.
[D#m]
[G#] And [C#] they shackle
[G#] my [A#m]
legs.
[C#] [F#] Hernandez, [G#] the umbrella man, chained [F#] beside [F] me.
[C#]
Then we rode that black Mariah [A#m] through the streets of Spanish Harlem.
[F] Calling old friends on [G#] the corners just [F#] to lay [C#] our prayers [D#] upon [B] them.
[C#] Crying adios [D#] hermanos, [A#m]
adios.
[F#] Adios [G#] hermanos,
[F#] [C#] adios.
Key:
F#
C#
G#
A#m
B
F#
C#
G#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[A#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ It _ _ [G#] _ _ _
_ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _ [A#m] _
_ _ [D#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] _ was the morning of October 6, _ 1960.
I was [A#m] wearing my brown suit, preparing to leave the house of D. _
[F#] _ Shook some hands, [G#] then _ adios Brooklyn _ _ [F#] _
amigos.
_ [E] _ [D#] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] Maybe some of the mad folks have seen me again.
Some even [Fm] said that my [A#m] judge, _ Judge Darryl Kulkin, _ _
_ [F#] wouldn't play it by the book, maybe [G#] let us off the hook.
But [D#m]
whoa, _ _ [F] I knew _ [F#] better.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ Afraid to leave the project, _ _ _ [A#m] _
_ to cross into another _ _ neighborhood.
_ _ [F#] The _ Blancos and [G#] the nigger gangs, [F#] well, _ [A#m] they'd kill you if they could.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
Angel of mercy, _ people [B] are suffering _ [G#] all _ [C#]
over the _ _ world. _ _
[B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _
Spanish _ [G#] children _ _ [D#] are _ taught [C#] _ on their knees to [F#] believe. _ _
Angel of mercy, _ people [B] are suffering [C] all over [C#] the island _ tonight.
_ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ Mothers weep, _ _ _ [C#] sisters [G#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ grieve.
_ Well, [F#] [C#] I entered the courtroom, state of New York, county of New [G#] York.
_ _ [A#m] Just some spic they scrubbed off the _ [G#] sidewalk.
_ _ [F#] Guilty by my dress, [G#] guilty in the press.
Let [F#] the Cape man burn for the [D#m] _ murders.
[F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ Well, the Spanish boys had their day in court, and [G#] now it was time for [A#m] some f***ing law and order. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] The electric chair _ for the [G#] greasy pair, said [F#] the judge to the [D#] court reporter.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ Afraid to leave the _ project, _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ to cross into another _ _ neighborhood. _ _
[F#] The _ newspapers and the [G#] TV _ crews, [F#] well, _ they'd kill you if [C#] they _ could.
_ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ Angel of mercy, _ [B] people are suffering [C] all _ [C#] over the _ _ _ world.
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [C#] A Spanish [G#] _ _
boy _ could [C#] be _ _ killed [G#m] every _ _ night [F#] of the _ week.
Just let some white boy die and the world [B] goes crazy for [C] _ _ [C#] blood.
_ _ Latin blood, _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [C#] I don't [G#] _ _
lie.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#]
When [G#] I _ _ _ _ _ speak, _ _ well, [C#] they _ shackle _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] my _ _ [A#m] _ _ _
hands. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] A _ heavy _ belt [G#] around my waist [F#] to _ restrain [C#] me.
_ [D#m] _ _ _ _
[G#] And [C#] they _ shackle _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ my [A#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ legs. _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ Hernandez, _ _ [G#] the umbrella _ man, chained _ [F#] beside _ [F] me.
[C#] _
_ _ _ _ Then we rode that black _ _ Mariah _ [A#m] through the streets of _ Spanish Harlem.
_ _ [F] Calling old friends on [G#] the _ corners just [F#] to lay [C#] our prayers [D#] _ upon [B] them. _
_ [C#] Crying _ adios _ _ _ _ [D#] hermanos, _ _ [A#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ adios. _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ Adios _ _ [G#] _ _ hermanos, _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] adios. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[A#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ It _ _ [G#] _ _ _
_ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _ [A#m] _
_ _ [D#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] _ was the morning of October 6, _ 1960.
I was [A#m] wearing my brown suit, preparing to leave the house of D. _
[F#] _ Shook some hands, [G#] then _ adios Brooklyn _ _ [F#] _
amigos.
_ [E] _ [D#] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] Maybe some of the mad folks have seen me again.
Some even [Fm] said that my [A#m] judge, _ Judge Darryl Kulkin, _ _
_ [F#] wouldn't play it by the book, maybe [G#] let us off the hook.
But [D#m]
whoa, _ _ [F] I knew _ [F#] better.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ Afraid to leave the project, _ _ _ [A#m] _
_ to cross into another _ _ neighborhood.
_ _ [F#] The _ Blancos and [G#] the nigger gangs, [F#] well, _ [A#m] they'd kill you if they could.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
Angel of mercy, _ people [B] are suffering _ [G#] all _ [C#]
over the _ _ world. _ _
[B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _
Spanish _ [G#] children _ _ [D#] are _ taught [C#] _ on their knees to [F#] believe. _ _
Angel of mercy, _ people [B] are suffering [C] all over [C#] the island _ tonight.
_ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ Mothers weep, _ _ _ [C#] sisters [G#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ grieve.
_ Well, [F#] [C#] I entered the courtroom, state of New York, county of New [G#] York.
_ _ [A#m] Just some spic they scrubbed off the _ [G#] sidewalk.
_ _ [F#] Guilty by my dress, [G#] guilty in the press.
Let [F#] the Cape man burn for the [D#m] _ murders.
[F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ Well, the Spanish boys had their day in court, and [G#] now it was time for [A#m] some f***ing law and order. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] The electric chair _ for the [G#] greasy pair, said [F#] the judge to the [D#] court reporter.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ Afraid to leave the _ project, _ _ _ [A#m] _ _ to cross into another _ _ neighborhood. _ _
[F#] The _ newspapers and the [G#] TV _ crews, [F#] well, _ they'd kill you if [C#] they _ could.
_ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ Angel of mercy, _ [B] people are suffering [C] all _ [C#] over the _ _ _ world.
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [C#] A Spanish [G#] _ _
boy _ could [C#] be _ _ killed [G#m] every _ _ night [F#] of the _ week.
Just let some white boy die and the world [B] goes crazy for [C] _ _ [C#] blood.
_ _ Latin blood, _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [C#] I don't [G#] _ _
lie.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#]
When [G#] I _ _ _ _ _ speak, _ _ well, [C#] they _ shackle _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] my _ _ [A#m] _ _ _
hands. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] A _ heavy _ belt [G#] around my waist [F#] to _ restrain [C#] me.
_ [D#m] _ _ _ _
[G#] And [C#] they _ shackle _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ my [A#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ legs. _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ Hernandez, _ _ [G#] the umbrella _ man, chained _ [F#] beside _ [F] me.
[C#] _
_ _ _ _ Then we rode that black _ _ Mariah _ [A#m] through the streets of _ Spanish Harlem.
_ _ [F] Calling old friends on [G#] the _ corners just [F#] to lay [C#] our prayers [D#] _ upon [B] them. _
_ [C#] Crying _ adios _ _ _ _ [D#] hermanos, _ _ [A#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ adios. _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ Adios _ _ [G#] _ _ hermanos, _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] adios. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _