Bad News From Home Fm Eb Fm High on a cliff in Mexico Fm Eb Fm Staring down at the rocks and the sea below Fm Eb Fm I can hear the church bells ring Fm Eb I can hear the choir I remember the night she left I drove to the station in the pouring rain Sat all night behind my big iron desk Fm Eb Fm Gm Fm The oil on the water made a rainbow At the end of this bone-white gravel road They both lie sleeping on a feather bed And her hair is black as the sky at night But her eyes are gray like the moon You can run but you can't hide You can run but you can't hide You said you love me but i know you lied You said you love me but i know you lied by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com