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Incomplete tab transcription, but it's a decent start ...
I do it acoustic as well as acoustic/electric
transcribed by pjantzen@med.usf.edu
Desperados Under The Eaves
Warren Zevon
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F
F Bb C F
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
Bb C F
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
A Asus4-A Bb
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
F (let ring)
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
C
I'm gonna drink 'em up
F Bb C(III) F
And if California slides into the ocean
Bb C(I) F
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
A Asus4(?) Bb
I predict this motel will be standing
C F
Until I pay my bill
acoustic riff electric riff (?????)
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Don't the sun look angry through the trees
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves
Don't you feel like Desperados under the eaves
Heaven help the one who leaves
Bb F
Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
F C
And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
A Asus4 Bb
But except in dreams you're never really free
Bb Bb C F
Don't the sun look angry at me
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went mmmmmm..
{I haven't bothered to transcribe this part - I usually end in a jam in F,
then transition into After Midnight or just about anything done by Bonnie
Raitt in F. Nothing like taking an audience from a relaxing tune to
dancing their butts off.}
Look away..........................................
(Look away down Gower Avenue, Look away....)
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