Tom: E
Intro: E A
A E
I met this girl at a wedding down in Mexico.
A E
Her long black curls; they would follow her wherever she'd go.
F#m G#m C#m F#7
Oh I taught her how to samba I only wish I would have thought of
A
That when you're dancing by the ocean you can fabricate emotion
B B7
And it's hard to differentiate.
Refrão:
E B C#m B
Is it the rhythm or the sand? Senorita understand
A E B7
They'll take hold of you... They'll take hold of you.
E B C#m B
The evening sea will pull you in, hypnotize and leave you when
A E B7
You go home again... When you go home again.
A E
The letters fly and I feel bad for how long I have delayed,
A E
But I just can't reply 'cause I'd be typing until the month of may.
A G#m
It's like a scratch on a CD that keeps repeating
C#m F#7
and now the song is losing meaning.
A
So if you want to find the one for you go on and skip a track or two
B B7
and cast aside this old debate.
Refrão:
E B C#m B
Is it the rhythm or the sand? Senorita understand
A E B7
They'll take hold of you... They'll take hold of you.
E B C#m B
The evening sea will pull you in, hypnotize and leave you when
A E B7
You go home again... When you go home again.
Solo: E B A B7
A E
I met this girl and now it seems it was forever ago.
A Am B7
We found ourselves in a dream but we left it down in Mexico-oh-oh oh.
Refrão:
E B C#m B
Is it the rhythm or the sand? Senorita understand
A E B7
They'll take hold of you... They'll take hold of you.
E B C#m B
The evening sea will pull you in, hypnotize and leave you when
A E B7
You go home again... When you go home again.
