Elliott Murphy – Bullet (Guitar)
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Chords
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Verse:
F C Dm Am I was the bullet and you were the gun F C Dm Am Standing on main street with a showdown ‘bout to come F C Dm Am Streets were deserted everybody already left town F C Dm Am Too late I realized I was the fool who stuck around
Chorus:
C/G F G Am Good night my own true love F C G Send out your sweat prayers above
Verse:
F C Dm Am I was the one and we were the two F C Dm Am I was completely worn out but still we weren’t through F C Dm Am The ghost of the good times She kept hanging around F C Dm Am And don’t you look so good in your torn wedding gown
Chorus:
C/G F G Am Good night my own true love F C G Send out your sweat prayers above
Verse:
F C Dm Am I was the wounded and you were the nurse F C Dm Am I lay down on your couch man that was a first F C Dm Am I forgot nearly everything except how to tell you time F C Dm Am And don’t you look so good when I’m coming up from behind
Chorus:
C/G F G Am Good night my own true love F C G Send out your sweat prayers above
Verse:
F C Dm Am If I pick up my guitar, you are the pick F C Dm Am When I finish my ice cream bar you’re the little wooden stick F C Dm Am If I was fire I’d be cold without the touch of your match F C Dm Am If I was the number twenty-two well then you’d be the catch F C Dm Am No need to look outta my window ‘cause you’re always the view F C Dm Am I can buy a bottle of oxygen but I can’t get a deep breath of you F C Dm Am When I’m lost in my memory… you turn up in my dreams F C Dm Am I was alone in the ocean when you float by on a warm gulf stream F C Dm Am Now if I was the sky you’d be the blue F C Dm Am Or the green of the billiard table but I’m definitely still the cue F C Dm Am When I watch my TV you’re the only thing that’s ever on F C Dm Am Go for a ride on my yellow tractor and you’re the one crop growing on my farm F C Dm Am When I screw in a light bulb, you are the lamp F C Dm Am And when I zip up my sleeping bag you’re those scary noises outside my camp F C Dm Am If I was the mistery you’d be the clue F C Dm Am If I was size 10D, you’d be the shoe