Biography:
Robert Earl Keen, Jr. (born January 11, 1956 in Houston, Texas) is an American singer-songwriter. Growing up, Keen was interested in music, sports, movies and writing. He attended Texas A&M University, enrolling in the school of journalism. Disappointed in the College Station, Texas music scene, he began playing guitar and learned to read and write music, basing his style on folk, country, blues and roots rock. In 1977 he rented a house from landlord Jack Boyett, where his neighbor was a then-unknown Lyle Lovett.
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Mariano
By: Robert Earl Keen
Capo 2nd Fret
Am F
The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano
Am C G
He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom
Am F
He says that he comes from a place not far from Guanajuato
Am G Am
Thats two days on a bus from here, a lifetime from this room.
Am F
I fix his meals and talk to him in my old broken spanish
Am C G
He points at things and tells me names of things I can't recall
Am F
Sometimes I just can't but help but wonder who this man is
Am G Am
And if when he is gone will he remember me at all
Am F
I watch him close he works just like a piston in an engine
Am C G
He only stops to take a drink and smoke a cigarette
Am F
When the day is ended, I look outside my window
Am G Am
There on the horizon, Mariano's silhouette
Am F
He sits upon a stone in a south-easterly direction
Am C G
I know my charts I know that he is thinking of his home
Am F
I've never been the sort to say I'm in to intuition
Am G Am
But I swear I see the faces of the ones he calls his own
Am F
Their skin is brown as potters clay, their eyes void of expression
Am C G
Their hair is black as widow's dreams, their dreams are all but gone
Am F
They're ancient as a vision of a sacrificial virgin
Am G Am
Innocent as crying from a baby being born
Am F
They hover around a dying flame and pray for his protection
Am C G
Their prayers are all but answered by his letters in the mail
Am F
He sends them colored figures that he cuts from strips of paper
Am G Am
And all his weekly wages, saving nothing for himself
Am F
It's been a while since I have seen the face of Mariano
Am C G
The border guards they came one day and took him far away
Am F
I hope that he is safe down there at home in Guanajuato
Am G Am
I worry though I read there's revolution every day...
By: Robert Earl Keen
Capo 2nd Fret
Am F
The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano
Am C G
He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom
Am F
He says that he comes from a place not far from Guanajuato
Am G Am
Thats two days on a bus from here, a lifetime from this room.
Am F
I fix his meals and talk to him in my old broken spanish
Am C G
He points at things and tells me names of things I can't recall
Am F
Sometimes I just can't but help but wonder who this man is
Am G Am
And if when he is gone will he remember me at all
Am F
I watch him close he works just like a piston in an engine
Am C G
He only stops to take a drink and smoke a cigarette
Am F
When the day is ended, I look outside my window
Am G Am
There on the horizon, Mariano's silhouette
Am F
He sits upon a stone in a south-easterly direction
Am C G
I know my charts I know that he is thinking of his home
Am F
I've never been the sort to say I'm in to intuition
Am G Am
But I swear I see the faces of the ones he calls his own
Am F
Their skin is brown as potters clay, their eyes void of expression
Am C G
Their hair is black as widow's dreams, their dreams are all but gone
Am F
They're ancient as a vision of a sacrificial virgin
Am G Am
Innocent as crying from a baby being born
Am F
They hover around a dying flame and pray for his protection
Am C G
Their prayers are all but answered by his letters in the mail
Am F
He sends them colored figures that he cuts from strips of paper
Am G Am
And all his weekly wages, saving nothing for himself
Am F
It's been a while since I have seen the face of Mariano
Am C G
The border guards they came one day and took him far away
Am F
I hope that he is safe down there at home in Guanajuato
Am G Am
I worry though I read there's revolution every day...
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