Dub Miller - Paying The Fiddler Chords

Paying The Fiddler
By Dub Miller

C/B    - X20010
Am/G   - 3X2210


Intro chords:
C   C/B   Am   Am/G   F   G   C  twice

          C              C/B              Am            
He left a dead man in Chihuahua, now he's hiding out in Baja
       F                                   G 
In the sun and sand where no one knows the past
     C              C/B         Am 
Of a long forgotten hero from a long forgotten time
   D                              G
An outlaw who has seen his better days
       Am                         F
Now in Cabo, senoritas, forgotten dreams, and cheap tequila
C                               G
Maybe he might ease his wounded soul
      C            C/B             Am
For a thousand revolutions he must pay his retribution
    F                   G               C
And make his peace with finally getting old


Chorus:
             F                G                C      C/B      Am     Am/G 
He said I've been to all four corners and I've ridden all four winds
         F                G        C
And I've had someplace to go until now
         F                 G                C         C/B   Am 
He's the last of the dying breed who's seen all there is to see
         F         G       C
And he's payin the fiddler now


When the cold wind hit the Frio it was time to leave Del Rio
Uncle Sam calling him to fight
Headlines say torpedos, they're like Houston mosquitoes
Boys pack your bags, we're leaving here tonight
It was that Pacific Ocean where he first got the notion
That a mercenary life's the way to be
So he traded in his saddle and his favorite pair of boots
For the wind and sail and life upon the sea

Chorus

In the Spring of '45 he left MacArthur's side
And found himself entrenched in Panama
Then on to Costa Rica, then to fight the Sandinistas
Then on to somewhere else I can't recall
Lines of latitude and longitude never made a bit of sense
To a man who made his living making war
It's a life lived by the peso and the crooked dollar bill
And the constant call of another distant shore

Chorus

Now the western setting sun hides the secrets of the desert
A mariachi band plays their last sad song
An old man pours a glass of rum and thinks about the past
And a future where he no longer belongs
As the tourist wanders in he wonders can they see the sins
Of the scars that his battered body bears
Do they know all of the deeds he's done or know of the battles he's won
Now he's too old to fight and no one really cares

Chorus