Chords for PETER ROWAN - FREE MEXICAN AIRFORCE - 7/9/88

_ And down in South Texas there's a bunch of outlaws known as the Free Mexican Air Force.
_ We were hanging out at a little place called Camp Howdy.
We called it Camp Howdy because the people just used to fall in and we'd say,
Howdy.
Alright, let me go.
_ One day this dude fell in.
His name was Beauregard Hooligan.
He fell right into the fire.
Came in about midnight, fell face down.
We were listening to the Grand Ole Opera on a portable sound radio.
He came right in and he fell face down in the campfire.
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Sucked up all the [D] flames.
_ He [N] blew a little smoke.
_ I said, [Ab] What are you [G] boys, hippies?
_ _ I said, We're vegetarians.
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He said, You ought to fly with the Free Mexican Air Force and learn [Abm] about the true spiritual [Cm] sport.
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Well, [Em] spiritual sport.
[Abm] So me and the fellas went back in the tent.
We got on our white [N] cotton yoga drawstring trousers and our earth shoes.
We got a big sack of brown rice and some crunchy granola.
We followed this Beauregard Hooligan on down through a bean [Gb] field.
[B] Passing a little bus called the Bluegrass [N] Campground sinking into the sand right there.
He came upon a B-52 bomber and we climbed aboard. _ _ _
I said, Does this thing fly?
He just said, Shhh.
Three guys in [Fm] pajamas came running out of the [Bm] underbrush with [Ab] sombreros on.
They pulled the blocks out from behind the wheels and we started rolling down the bean field [C] towards a cliff.
[Em] _ We went over the edge of the cliff and we were [E] airborne.
Just then Beauregard Hooligan handed me something that looked like the New York Sunday Times rolled into a giant cone. _
There was a fuse on the end of the cone and the fuse was lit.
He [Cm] stuck it in my mouth and blew on the fuse.
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[N] It _ _ wasn't spiritual sport, but it did do for a moment. _
He then handed me a bottle of something that I learned [Fm] later was called Miscad.
[N] In the bottom of this wicked bottle was a green worm.
The worm was smiling at me. _
The worm said, Kiss me, you fool. _ _
And lo, I did kiss the worm. _ _
Then Beauregard looked back with a big glint in his eye matching the shine of his gold tooth.
He said, [Bm] You drive.
_ _ I jumped behind the wheel as I was in full [Ab] possession of the spiritual sportation [E] that was overcoming my mind.
And I pulled back on [G] that little thing.
We went upside [N] down over the border just below the radar and just above the paraquad into the beautiful land we made pulling in search of the spiritual sport.
And that's when I wrote this song.
The Free Mexican Air [C] Force is flying [G] tonight!
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_ [D] [C] In the Morelos Mountains, campesinos are [B] planting [G] their fields. _
_ Where the ghost of Zavala rides a horse to Kingston, [Bm] I run [C] the wheel. _ _ _
_ _ High in the sky above the clear, [F] outer [Em] skies.
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_ [G] We're the Free Mexican Air Force and [Bm] we're flying [C] [G] tonight.
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_ In the city of Cleveland, a cowgirl is [G] cooling her heels. _
_ _ Remembering that God gave us herbs and the [B] fruits [C] of the [G] field.
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[G] But [C] a criminal law that makes outlaws are [E] those [F] seeking [Am] life.
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_ [G] Make the Free Mexican Air [E] [G] Force.
Mescalito riding his [E] white horse.
[Bb] [G] The Free Mexican Air Force is flying [C] tonight. _
And [G] we're flying so high. _
_ [C] _ [D] _ How [G] _
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strange that an innocent [G] herb causes money to burn.
_ _ _ They'll jail you [D] or kill [G] you for making [B] those rich [C] fat cats [G] squirm.
[C] _ _ [G] [C] But they're the fools who make rules with no difference [D] between [F] right or wrong.
_ [Am] _ [Dm] The _ [G]
free Mexican Air Force is [C] flying tonight.
_ [C] _ _ Uncle Sam in his misery put an X [G] on the [G] fields of _ _ Guerrero.
He said shoot down all gringos and went back [A] to their [C] _
_ huersonbreros. _ _
Borders of evil will fall to the [F] strugglers of [Em] life.
[Dm] _ _ [G] The Free Mexican Air Force.
Mescalito riding his [Em] white [F] horse.
[G]
The Free Mexican Air Force is [C] flying tonight.
And [D] we're flying [G]
so high.
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_ _ [G] _ When _
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_ we smoke in colitas federales our [Bm] loading [G] decal. _ _ _
_ Blowing smoke from their six shooters spinning their [B] barrels [C] of fun. _ _
_ _ Conqueror bandita, _ [F] bandicoot of [C] life.
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_ [G] We're the Free Mexican Air Force and [Bm] we're flying [C] tonight. _ _ _
_ _ High in the hills we are harvesting [G] sweet _ _ centimia.
Oh the law wants it all cause they think that [Am] the wild [C] we've been free. _
_ [A] _ [C] Freedom for us is a prison for the [F] rulers of night.
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That's [G] why the Free Mexican Air Force.
Mescalito riding his white [F] horse.
[G] The Free Mexican Air Force [D] is [C] flying tonight. _ _
[Dm] Everybody [G] fly them so high. _
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