Maria Phil Pritchett
Transcribed by : Matt Brewer brewsky095@hotmail.com
Album: Phil Comes alive
Written by Phil Pritchett
Capo on 4th fret
Intro: Am E Am E
[Am]I'm and ex-patriot cut a d[E]rift
I caught a good gl[Am]impse of her smile and her m[E]id-riff
I g[Am]ot me a bottle full of s[E]ol and no[Am]w I got me a mind fu[E]ll of sangria
[Am]I dint go there loo[E]kin' for trouble
I sin[Am]gled her out earlier and [E]now Im seeing double
And the b[Am]artender told m[E]e, that b[Am]oth of their names were Ma[E]ria.
The cas[C]ted nets in her ha[G]nds, clickity cl[C]ack my own unders[G]tanding
[C]Of what it me[G]ans to have some rythem in your so[C]ul[G]
Yea with a st[C]omp and a shuffle from her f[G]eet, she made me l[C]ose a little
bit of the p[G]ace in the heartbeat.[C] Its never been more f[G]un to lose
[D]control.
Play intro
The first whirling sk[Am]irt shows a little bit of th[E]igh, the glass in my
[Am]hand won't stop runnin [E]dry, and[Am] all those flamingo g[E]uitars, ke[Am]ep rattlin
all of those bo[E]nes in my ear. [Am] I guess its ju[E]st to late cause[Am] she can
already see that Im from the st[E]ates. I gu[Am]ess we all have a t[E]endendency
to g[Am]et a little loud when we g[E]et over here. Im[C] sorry about the i[G]nsult
but p[C]lease I dont need another [G]bar bouncer catapalt[C]. I can find my [G]own
way to the d[C]oor tonight[G]. Now Im fi[C]nding it a little hard to w[G]alk, and
thats why it ma[C]kes me ill ev[G]ery time I try to ta[C]lk. Look what your
[G]dancer did to[C] me tonite.[G]
chorus:
[Am]Maria dont [C]go, what are you d[G]oin after the sh[D]ow?
[Am]These are the wo[C]rds Ill never [G]get to say.[D]
[Am]Maria I k[C]now that I could be[G] someone youd li[D]ke to know.
[Am]But Im in no co[C]ndition to make any f[G]irst impressions t[D]oday.
play intro
Next morning night in my motel bed, the rythem of the stomps and the claps
still ringin in my head. I began more than a little issue, regret some of my
excess. Ill have to find another way the very next time im gonna try to make
em play for a beautiful spanish dancer and to hope to have any kind of
success.
Was it the wine or the reddish of her lips, that made me lose all of the
feelin in my finger tips? I guess I never will find out.
Was it the wind from the swish in her skirt that blew my mind and swept me
up like a feather weight flirt? I guess i never will find out.
Chorus
3rd verse
The next morning came with a ring from the phona I was already late for the
bus to Barcelona. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall with my
suitcase in my hand.
Took the stairs it was just one flight, made my way towards the door and the
too bright sunlight.
How I was still able to move? I dont think Ill understand.
But Just as i step outside something inside caught my eye. It was the
beautiful dancer from the night before.
She was just sittin in a hokalota chair, readin magazines and playin with a
strand of her hair.
I wanted to speak but i went out the door. No!
Chorus
Listen to the song if you wanna figure out the jam part. Its all the same
chords.
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