Chico D C Bb D I was born and running wild, a victim of a woman child C Bb D She caused the death of three young men, I killed them all and would again Eb D They tried to touch my sweet Violet Eb D I put them in the ground and there they are yet G D And every night I sit and listen why my mind runs G D D7 I see her face I hear her voice and nearly come undone She sings Chorus: D D7 G D D7 G Chico come on home, Chico come on home D D7 G Bb D Chico come on home, you’ve been gone way too long My souls locked in a private hell, my body is in a prison cell My mind’s a jungle full of fire, my heart’s a dungeon of desire I kiss these prison walls so cold and wet Pretending they’re the lips of Violet And every night I sit and listen why my mind runs I see her face I hear her voice and nearly come undone She keeps singing Chorus by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com