Los Gigantes

  1. Intro
  2. Which way does that old pony run?
  3. Mexico
  4. Tequila
  5. Sabor a mí
  6. Tulsa telephone book
  7. Por las parrandas
  8. Walking after midnight
  9. Sway
  10. La muerte lenta
  11. Since I met you, baby
  12. La media vuelta
  13. Piano man


Intro (Zócalo de Cuernavaca)
Stefan Hiss

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Which way does that old pony run?
Lyle Lovett

When I was a very young man
I was a cowboy
The best in the land
But then she settled me down
With a touch of her hand
And I'm begging you mister, please
Please tell me if you can

Ref.:
Which way does that old pony run
Which way does that old pony run
And how much is that saddle
And a straight shooting gun
Which way does that old pony run

Now a young girl
She don't know when she's lying
But a woman
Great God she knows how it's done
So mama before I go
There's just one thing on my mind
Which way does that old pony run

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Now this good life you know I must leave
Your new car
And your color TV
Because what's riches to you
Just ain't riches to me
And if you're staying out here
Then I'm headed back east

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Mexico
Cake

I had a match, but she had a lighter
I had a flame, but she had a fire
I was bright, but she was much brighter
I was high, but she was the sky

Oh baby, I was bound for mexico
Oh baby, I was bound to let you go

I don't know much about cinco de mayo
I'm never sure what it's all about
I say I want you, and you don't believe me
You say you love me, but I've got my doubts

Oh baby, I was bound for mexico
Oh baby, I was bound to let you go

I had a match, but she had a lighter
I had a flame, but she had a fire
I was bright, but she was much brighter
I was high, but she was the sky
Oh baby, I was bound for mexico
Oh baby, I was bound to let you go

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Tequila
Jesús G. Ojeda

Me dicen rey sin castillo
soy cura sin monaguillo
lo poco que tenía de fe
contigo se me fue.
Soy una lira sin sus cuerdas
una biblia sin su Dios
y despues de tu traición
solo hay una distracción.

Ref.:
Tequila, la vida hay que celebrar
tequila, las botellas terminar.

Me partiste el corazón
mataste mi voluntad
me robaste mi inocencia
mi honor y mi felicidad
devoraste mis entrañas
y las volviste a escupir
necesito cien botellas
hoy para seguir.

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Sabor a mí
Álvaro Carillo

Tanto tiempo disfrutamos este amor
nuestras almas se acercaron tanto así
que yo guardo tu sabor
pero tu llevas también sabor a mí

Si negaras mi presencia en tu vivir
bastaría con abrazarte y conversar
tanta vida yo te di
que por fuerza llevarás sabor a mí

No pretendo ser tu dueño
no soy nada yo no tengo vanidad
de mi vida doy lo bueno
yo tan pobre que otra cosa puedo dar

Pasarán mas de mil años muchos mas
yo no sé si tendrá amor la eternidad
pero allá tal como aquí
en la boca llevarás sabor a mí

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Tulsa telephone book
Tom T. Hall

Have you read any good telephone book lately?
And if you ain't, then let me recommend one
I already read that Tulsa telephone book through thirteen times
If you don't know any last name it ain't much fun.

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Readin' that Tulsa telephone book, can drive a guy insane
Especially if that girl you're lookin' for has no last name
I gotta find her and tell her,that I don't want our love to end
So I'm readin' that Tulsa telephone book again.

I was in Tulsa and didn't have anything goin'
And she lived in Tulsa and didn't have anything on
She said, "My name is Juanita," and I said, "My name is R.G."
I awoke the very next mornin' and she was gone.

Ref.
All the Tulsa operators they know my voice now
They gotta know just how long I've been alone
So, if you meet a girl named Juanita with some ribbons in her hair
Would you tell her that she's wanted on the phone.

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Por las parrandas
José Flores, Miguel Vaca Flores

Por las parrandas perdí mi casa
perdí a mis padres, perdí mi honor
por la desgracia de ser borracho
se hundió mi vida en la perdición.

Mi madre santa mil ocasiones
me aconsejaba contra el licor
la pobrecita murió llorando
pensando en su hijo que no entendió.

Por las parrandas
perdí los besos de un gran cariño que me olvidó.
Por las bebidas
toda mi vida se hundió en el fango de perdición.

Si las parrandas fueron la causa de mi tragedia
y de mi penar.
Que vengan copas pa' que se acabe
mi pobre vida que es de llorar.

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Walking after midnight
Don Hecht, Alan Block

I go out walking after midnight
Out in the moonlight
Just like we used to do
I go out walking after midnight
Searching for you

I walk for miles along the highway
Now that's just my way
Of saying I love you
I go out walking after midnight
Searching for you

I stop to see a weeping willow
Crying on his pillow
Maybe he's crying for me
And as the skies turn gloomy
Night winds whisper to me
I'm lonesome as I can be

I go out walking after midnight
Out in the starlight
Just a-hopin you may be
Somewhere a-walkin after midnight
Searching for me

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Sway
Norman Gimbel, Pablo Beltran Ruiz

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Sway with me and stay with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I grow weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

¿Ay, quién será la que me quiera a mi?
¿Quién será, quién será?
¿Quién será la que me dé su amor?
¿Quién será, quién será?

Yo quisiera volver a vivir
la pasión y el calor de otro amor,
de otro amor que me hiciera sentir,
que me hiciera feliz como ayer lo fui.

¿Ay, quién será la que me quiera a mi?
¿Quién será, quién será?
¿Quién será la que me dé su amor?
¿Quién será, quién será?

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La muerte lenta
Stefan Hiss, Sol Bruguera

Tu amor es la muerte lenta
me chupas la sangre, me das tu veneno en el vino.

Tu amor es la muerte lenta
me quitas el aire y me entierras despacio.

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Since I met you, baby
Ivory Joe Hunter

Since I met you baby
My whole life has changed
Since I met you baby
My whole life has changed
And everybody tells me
That I am not the same

Yo no necesito a nadie más que a ti
yo no necesito a nadie más que a ti
porque tú eres mi cielo
porque eres para mí

I don't need nobody
To tell my troubles to
I don't need nobody
To tell my troubles to
'Cause since I met you baby
All I need you is you

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La media vuelta
José Alfredo Jiménez

Te vas porque yo quiero que te vayas,
a la hora que yo quiera te detengo,
yo se que mi cariño te hace falta,
porque quieras o no yo soy tu dueño.

Yo quiero que te vayas por el mundo
y quiero que conozcas mucha gente,
yo quiero que te besen otros labios,
para que me compares hoy como siempre.

Si encuentras un amor que te comprenda,
y sientas que te quiere más que a nadie,
entonces yo daré la media vuelta
y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde,
entonces yo daré la media vuelta
y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde.

Si encuentras un amor que te comprenda,
y sientas que te quiere más que a nadie,
entonces yo daré la media vuelta
y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde,
entonces yo daré la media vuelta
y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde.

Te vas, porque yo quiero que te vayas.

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Piano man
Billy Joel

Well, it's nine o'clock on a Saturday
And the Regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin.
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger mans clothes".

Ref.:
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright.

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
And he gives me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be.
He says, "Man, I believe this is killing me."
As the smile runs away from his face
"'Cause I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I just could get out of this place".

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Now Paul he's a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navy
And probably will be for life.
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
And they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone.

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It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And they say, "Man, what are you doin' here."

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