Biography:
Wall of Voodoo was a New Wave/Alternative rock group from Los Angeles, California, United States best known for the 1983 hit "Mexican Radio". The band's best known lineup consists of Stan Ridgway (vocals, keyboards), Marc Moreland (guitar), Chas Gray (bass, vocals) and Joe Nanini (drums). The band had a sound that was a fusion of synthesizer-based New Wave music with the spaghetti western soundtrack style of Ennio Morricone.
Wall of Voodoo had its roots in Acme Soundtracks
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[Intro]
F Bbm F# Ab F Bbm F# Ab F Bbm F# Ab F Bbm F# Ab
[Verse 1]
F Bbm
He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
F# Ab
Along the roads that wind on through
F# Bbm
The hot Mojave and the Jericho
F# Ab
He'd start his whole life anew
F Bbm
And what he left behind he hadn't valued
F# Ab F F# Eb F F# C# F F# C# Ab F Bbm F#
Half as much as some things he never knew
F# Ab
Right around sundown...
F Bbm
He got dropped off on a street in town
Bbm F# Ab
Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said
F Bbm
"Son, this ain't no western movie matinee
Bbm F# Ab
You're a long way off from yippie-yi-yay
Ab F Bbm
'Cause I can tell at a glance you're not from around these parts
Bbm F# Ab
You've got a green look about'cha--that's a gringo for starts
Ab F Bbm
Sometimes the only thing a western savage understands
Bbm F# Ab F F# C#
Are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man Like you"
F F# C# F
"So you gotta keep on the move!
F F# C# F F# C#
Don't let that fancy paint job fool you! "
F
Then the old timer pulled him close and said
[Chorus 1]
F Bbm
You've come a long way, I know
F# Ab
You've got a longer drive ahead
F Bbm
Through the bones of the buffalo
F# Ab
Through the claims of the western dead, and
F Bbm
Just like the spokes of a wheel
F# Ab
You'll spin 'round with the rest
F Bbm
You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
F# Ab F Bbm
You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F# Ab F
You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
[Bridge]
N.C.
Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light-caliber rifle fire
N.C.
Followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle
N.C.
But you can't close off the wilderness
N.C.
He heard the snick of a rifle bolt
N.C.
And found himself peering down the muzzle
N.C.
Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner
F F#
"There's a conflict," he said, "there's a conflict
F# Ab
Between land and people
Ab F
The people have to go
F# Ab
They've come all the way out here to make mining claims
F
To do automobile body work
F#
To gamble
Ab
Take pictures
F
To not have to do laundry
F#
To own a mini-bike
Ab
Have their own cb radios and air conditioning
F
Good plumbing for sure
F# Ab
And to sell Time/Life books and to work in a deli
F F#
To have a little chili every morning
Ab F
And maybe... Maybe to own their own gas stations again
F#
And take drugs
Ab
Have some crazy sex
F F#
But above all, above all, to have a fair shake
F# Ab
To get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pie
F
And spit out of the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face"
[Chorus 2]
F Bbm
Now, from the high timberline to the deserts dry
Bbm F# Ab
Who'll risk dangling on some hangman's tree
F Bbm
To stake their claims on these prarie plains
Bbm F# Ab
While they say you this lunch is not had for free
F Bbm
Just like the spokes of a wheel
F# Ab
Who'll spin 'round with the rest
F Bbm
They'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
Bbm F# Ab
And I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F Bbm
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
F# Ab
I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F Bbm
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
F# Ab
I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F Bbm
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
F# Ab
I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
N.C.
I used to be somebody!
N.C.
I used to be somebody, do you hear me?
N.C.
Do you hear me? I've been there!
N.C.
I used to be somebody, god damn you!
N.C.
I've been there before!
N.C.
Don't walk away!
N.C.
Well, you--you wanted unleaded?
N.C.
Unleaded--that's next pump over, so keep on movin', okay?
N.C.
No, it's out of order.
F Bbm F# Ab F Bbm F# Ab F Bbm F# Ab F Bbm F# Ab
[Verse 1]
F Bbm
He got the high sign so he jumped a bus
F# Ab
Along the roads that wind on through
F# Bbm
The hot Mojave and the Jericho
F# Ab
He'd start his whole life anew
F Bbm
And what he left behind he hadn't valued
F# Ab F F# Eb F F# C# F F# C# Ab F Bbm F#
Half as much as some things he never knew
F# Ab
Right around sundown...
F Bbm
He got dropped off on a street in town
Bbm F# Ab
Where a grey old man looked him up and down and said
F Bbm
"Son, this ain't no western movie matinee
Bbm F# Ab
You're a long way off from yippie-yi-yay
Ab F Bbm
'Cause I can tell at a glance you're not from around these parts
Bbm F# Ab
You've got a green look about'cha--that's a gringo for starts
Ab F Bbm
Sometimes the only thing a western savage understands
Bbm F# Ab F F# C#
Are whiskey and rifles and an unarmed man Like you"
F F# C# F
"So you gotta keep on the move!
F F# C# F F# C#
Don't let that fancy paint job fool you! "
F
Then the old timer pulled him close and said
[Chorus 1]
F Bbm
You've come a long way, I know
F# Ab
You've got a longer drive ahead
F Bbm
Through the bones of the buffalo
F# Ab
Through the claims of the western dead, and
F Bbm
Just like the spokes of a wheel
F# Ab
You'll spin 'round with the rest
F Bbm
You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
F# Ab F Bbm
You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F# Ab F
You'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
[Bridge]
N.C.
Harshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light-caliber rifle fire
N.C.
Followed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifle
N.C.
But you can't close off the wilderness
N.C.
He heard the snick of a rifle bolt
N.C.
And found himself peering down the muzzle
N.C.
Of a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner
F F#
"There's a conflict," he said, "there's a conflict
F# Ab
Between land and people
Ab F
The people have to go
F# Ab
They've come all the way out here to make mining claims
F
To do automobile body work
F#
To gamble
Ab
Take pictures
F
To not have to do laundry
F#
To own a mini-bike
Ab
Have their own cb radios and air conditioning
F
Good plumbing for sure
F# Ab
And to sell Time/Life books and to work in a deli
F F#
To have a little chili every morning
Ab F
And maybe... Maybe to own their own gas stations again
F#
And take drugs
Ab
Have some crazy sex
F F#
But above all, above all, to have a fair shake
F# Ab
To get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pie
F
And spit out of the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face"
[Chorus 2]
F Bbm
Now, from the high timberline to the deserts dry
Bbm F# Ab
Who'll risk dangling on some hangman's tree
F Bbm
To stake their claims on these prarie plains
Bbm F# Ab
While they say you this lunch is not had for free
F Bbm
Just like the spokes of a wheel
F# Ab
Who'll spin 'round with the rest
F Bbm
They'll hear the drums and the brush of steel
Bbm F# Ab
And I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F Bbm
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
F# Ab
I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F Bbm
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
F# Ab
I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F Bbm
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
F# Ab
I'll hear the call of the west, call of the west
F
(Yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)
N.C.
I used to be somebody!
N.C.
I used to be somebody, do you hear me?
N.C.
Do you hear me? I've been there!
N.C.
I used to be somebody, god damn you!
N.C.
I've been there before!
N.C.
Don't walk away!
N.C.
Well, you--you wanted unleaded?
N.C.
Unleaded--that's next pump over, so keep on movin', okay?
N.C.
No, it's out of order.
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