Oaxacan Vacation chords by Danny Schmidt

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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went down to Oaxaca
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for a three -week stretch
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on a bus ride meant to test my faith.
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I leaned with the curves and
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I held my breath.
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meant that drinking wa
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ter tastes almost safe.
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I disembarked and kissed the road.
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It was dirty.
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It was made of dirt.
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Surrounded by faces that I don't know.
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I guess home is where your
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eyes don't hurt.
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Quiero pesos para niño Joaquin.
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A  little slice of that American dream.
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Heaven help him,
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but don't they know that
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I've got nothing that's worth
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a thing.
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In Zipolite there's a horseshoe beach
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and I slept out in a  hammock there
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A few tequilas and I couldn't
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reach the water on the waft of air
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I spent my days beneath the sun
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I joined the little kids in the pounding surf
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I made a castle with this boy
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before he had to run
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To take his brother's place at work
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It ain't like when I was young
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The horror of the school bells rang
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Sixteen years and just to know that I've got nothing
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that's worth a  thing.
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Out late in the marketplace,
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grande hoopla and crap for cheap,
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chocolate -covered crickets
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and horsehair lace,
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In little eyes and hands of these
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I  felt the hand inside my pack
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I missed the face but all it took
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Was the stuff you bring
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you don't need back
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A couple candles and softback books
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I laughed at what the image brings
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And the pickpocket point king
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But all there is is all there seems
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I got nothin' that's worth
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a thing
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I cross the bag without much fuss
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Just poles with mirror
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s  and men with guns
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To tickle the belly of the bus
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Check the stickers on my road
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My driver's license and
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some shoot the shit
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They saw I'm square
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and sent me through
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But they made the guy behind me sit
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And  wait to talk to God knows who
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The lemon bites plain deceiving
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The bus lag and freedom's reign
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Is all that I could claim to bring
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I got nothing
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I got nothing, I got nothing,
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it's worth the fame
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you