The Men Are Called Horsemen There

Intro: I’m sorry to say that I’m sorry That someone undressed me as professed to me In Spain with their eyes Ba dum-bum ba da dum. Ba dum-bum ba da da da dum. I’m sorry ’cause somebody told me to watch And I watched for it all over Spain with my eyes. Ba dum-bum ba da dum. Ba dum-bum ba da da da dum. If I’m sorry, then so are you Cause I, I go where you tell me to. On horseshoes. (Riff for this verse): e|------------------------------------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------------| D|------------------------------------------------------| A|-----------3--3b4-----------------2—2b3---------------| E|-4---4-3-1--------------3---3-2-0---------------------| e|------------------------------------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------------| D|------------------------------------------------------| A|---------6-4-6-8b9----------------3—-3b4--------------| E|-2---2-1----------------4---4-3-1---------------------| e|--------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------| A|---------6-4-6-8----------------------------------| E|-2---2-1------------------------------------------| Casanova ran Toward the Eastern lands His cock was in his hand You got to ride away from him You gotta ride away from him. (End Riff) “But if you ride over there they’ll put bows in your hair they will stand back and stare at you in Spain with their eyes.” Ba dum-bum ba da dum. Ba dum-bum ba da da da dum. It never occurred to me And it never occurred to me And it never occurred to me That the men are called horsemen there Uh-oh, the men are called horsemen there-ere-ere Uh-oh, the men are called horsemen and I’M NO HORSEMAN! Oh, the men are called horsemen and I’M NO HORSEMAN! Oh, the men are called horsemen and I’M NO HORSEMAN! I’M NO HORSE! And you are no angel… Oh I’m no horse and you are no angel. If I was a horse I would Crouch like a leopard. If I was a horse I would Trample the shepherd, love. If I was a horse I’d have Pricks in my mane. If I was a horse I would Throw up the reins. If I was you If I was a horse I would throw up the reins. If I was you… Oh, oh oh oh oh If I was a horse I would throw up the reins. If I was you… Oh, oh oh oh oh But I am no horse and you are no angel… Woah ha oh ha oh ha oh I said if I was a horse I would throw up the reins. If I was you. Woah ha oh ha oh ha oh x2 Your hands on my neck Your hands on my muscles Your weight on my back It keeps me from trouble But oh, oh oh oh oh oh… (The next part is all bar chords Gm=3rd fret, Dm=5th, Eb=6th , Bb=6th) But such weights never did stay In Madrid, did they… Where someone says, “fuck me” someone else says, “ok.” You gotta ride me to a pasture on a ride to kiss such withered wings. Where someone says “fuck me” someone else says, “ok.”