Chord Franz Nicolay Felix And Adelita Versi 1

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FELIX & ADELITA - Franz Nicolay (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5ITOd9hybw)
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Tuning:E A D G B E

F
She called him Felix
Am
Which meant 'lucky' to her
Dm C
He was a middle-distance runner
Bb Am
She didn't take him seriously
Bb C
But shifted in her seat when he walked by

F
He thought her plain
Am Dm
But sensual in some way
C Bb Am
She licked the corner of her mouth thoughtfully
Bb C
Wore her skirts above the knee

F Am Dm
He told her a story about a pair of green and gold yarn gloves
C
That he'd been given
Bb
It was a sting of recognition
Am Bb
She realized he'd given those gloves to her
C F Am
When he left it had the feel of a little tradition

Bb
Lash solitude to the wind

But when you leave again
F Am
Leave something of you with them
Bb
Tie your fishing lines to the fence posts
F Am
And do your best to reel them in

Bb
The candle flickers
Dm C
You measure morals by unsturdy things
Bb C
Tear leaves off of the sycamore
Dm
Pin down the butterfly's wings

F Am
"I never knew it got this cold in August
Dm
Here in Tuscon"
C
"Only in the evening
Bb
There's nothing here to hold the heat
Am
The sun goes down
Bb C
It floats off and is lost

F
Anyway, you've got a jacket
Am Dm
Tell me where you got that necklace"
C
He looked across the parking lot
Bb
At the path under the highway
Am Bb
At the mouth of it a man slung bags of cans across his back
C
He coughed, and he turned back to the table

F Am Dm
She told him a story of a hand embroidered pillow
C
She'd been given
Bb
It was with a sting of recognition
Am Bb
He realized she'd given him that pillow
C F
When she left it had the feel of a little tradition

So lash solitude to the wind
But when you leave again
Leave something of you with the
Tie your fishing lines to fence posts
And do your best to reel them in

The candle flickers
You measure morals by unsturdy things
Tear leaves off of the sycamore
And pin down the butterfly's wings