Chords for The Last Resort by Eagles | Lyric Video

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[E]
She came [A] from Browning, [B] one in [E] Rhode Island,
where the [A] old world shadows [B] hang heavy in the [E] air.
She packed [A] her hopes and dreams [B] like a refugee,
[E]
just as [F#m] her father came [B] across [E] the sea.
She heard [A] about a [B] place, people [E] were smiling,
they spoke about [A] the Red Man's Wing, [B]
how they [E] loved the man.
They came [A] from everywhere [B]
to the great [E] divide,
seeking [A] a place to stand [B]
or a place [E] to hide.
Down in [A] the crowded [B] pub, out for a [E] good time,
can't wait [A] to tell you all [B] what it's [G#m] like [E] up there.
They [A] call it paradise, [B] I don't [E] know why.
Somebody let [A] the mountains low, [B] while the town [E] got high.
[A]
[F#m] [E]
[A]
[F#m] [E]
[B]
[A] [E]
But the chilly [A] winds blew down [B]
across [E] the desert,
through the [A] canyons of the coast [B]
to the [E] Malander,
where the pretty [A] people play, [B]
hunting for [E] power.
It's a lot [A] that young ways [B]
give them things [E] to do.
Some rich man [A] came and ripped the [B] land, but nobody [E]
caught him.
He ripped a bunch [A]
of ugly boxes [B] that Jesus [E] people bought him.
They called [A] it paradise, [B] the place [E] to be.
They watched [A] the hazy sun, [B] seeking [E] the sea.
[A]
[C#m] [F#m] [E]
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[F#m] [G]
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[E]
[Em]
[Cm] [Em]
[Cm] [Em]
[Cm] [G]
[C] [G]
[Cm] [G]
[C]
[G] You can leave [C] it all behind [D] and set to [G] life,
just like the [C] missionaries did [D] so many years [G] ago.
They even met [C] on the inside [D] and said,
Jesus [G] is coming, but the white [C] man's burdened him,
[D] but the white [G] man's ready.
Oh, but that [C]
began design, [D] what is [G] yours and what is mine?
There is no [C] more than [D] we have [G] got to make it.
We [C] satisfy our jealousy, [D] justify [G]
our bloody duty.
In the [C] name of destiny, [D] in the name of [G] God.
And you [C] can't see them [D] there on [G] Sunday morning.
They stand [C] there bouncing about, [D]
but it's [G] like a mirror.
They called [C] it paradise, [D] I know [G] why.
They called some [C] place paradise, [D]
but you said [G] it's [C] goodbye.
[G]
[C]
[G]
[C] [Am] [Em]
[C] [G]
[C]
[G]
[C] [Em]
[G]
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[C] [Em]
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[C] [Am] [G]
[C] [Em]
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[C] [F]
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C
3211
E
2311
A
1231
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3211
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ She came [A] from _ Browning, [B] _ one in [E] Rhode _ Island,
_ where the [A] old world shadows [B] hang _ heavy in the [E] air.
_ _ _ She packed [A] her hopes and dreams [B] _ like a refugee,
[E] _
_ _ _ just as [F#m] her father came [B] _ across [E] the sea.
She _ _ _ _ _ heard [A] about a [B] place, people [E] were _ smiling,
they spoke about [A] the Red Man's Wing, [B] _
how they [E] loved the man. _ _
They came [A] from everywhere _ [B] _
to the great [E] divide, _ _ _
seeking [A] a place to stand [B] _
or a place [E] to hide. _ _
_ _ _ _ Down in [A] the crowded _ [B] pub, out for a [E] good _ time,
_ can't wait [A] to tell you all [B] _ what it's [G#m] like [E] up there.
_ They _ [A] call it paradise, _ [B] _ I don't [E] know why.
_ _ Somebody let [A] the mountains low, [B] _ while the town [E] got _ _ _ high.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But the chilly [A] winds blew down [B] _
_ across [E] the desert, _ _
through the [A] canyons of the coast [B] _
to the _ [E] _ Malander, _ _
where the pretty [A] people play, [B] _
hunting for [E] _ power. _ _
It's a lot [A] that young ways [B] _
give them things [E] to do. _ _
_ _ Some rich man [A] came and ripped the [B] land, but nobody [E]
caught him.
He ripped a bunch [A]
of ugly boxes [B] that Jesus [E] people bought him.
_ _ They called [A] it paradise, _ [B] _ the place [E] to be.
_ _ They watched [A] the hazy sun, [B] _ _ seeking [E] the _ sea.
_ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ You _ _ _ can leave [C] it all behind [D] and set to [G] life, _ _
_ just like the [C] missionaries did _ _ [D] so many years [G] ago.
_ _ They even met [C] on the inside [D] and said,
Jesus [G] is coming, _ _ but the white [C] man's burdened him,
_ [D] _ but the white [G] man's _ ready.
_ Oh, but that [C]
began design, [D] _ what is [G] yours and what is mine?
_ There is no [C] more than _ _ [D] _ we have [G] got to make it.
_ _ We [C] satisfy our jealousy, [D] _ _ justify [G]
our bloody duty.
In the [C] name of destiny, _ [D] _ in the name of [G] God. _ _ _ _ _ _
And you [C] can't see them [D] there _ on [G] Sunday _ _ morning.
They stand [C] there bouncing about, [D] _
but it's [G] like a mirror. _
They called [C] it paradise, [D] I know [G] _ _ why. _
They called some [C] place paradise, _ [D]
but you said [G] it's _ _ _ _ _ [C] goodbye. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Em] _
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _

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