The Devil Makes Three – The Bullet (Guitar)

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THE BULLET - DEVIL MAKES THREE [Intro/Verse] Am G Am G Am [Chorus] Am C Am Dm + Am C D E Am G Am G Am
Am                    G           Am   G  Am
Well he opened up his shop at the age of nineteen

Am         G           Am   G  Am
Stealing anything the eye could see

Am                   G          Am      G  Am
Said gather round, you people, anything you need

Am                   G          
I'll keep my name on your lips

            Am        G       Am
And put the word out on the street

   Am               C                      Am           Dm
And I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone

Am            C             Am           Dm
Wander til I can't remember my own home

Am            C             Am           Dm
Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone

         Am                 E               Am
Until that bullet flies to carry me home

           Am                                 C
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

                       D                E           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

           Am                                 C
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

                       D                E           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

Am                   G           Am      G        Am
Well he never, ever smiled but he always seemed pleased

Am                   G       Am     G      Am
Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees

Am                    G           Am   G  Am
Said I see the game and the game, it sees me

Am             E                Am
And we will dance until they bury me
Solo
Am                    G              Am      G       Am
So I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns

Am                    G             Am   G  Am
Screaming at my enemies you'll all have your turn

Am                    G         Am   G  Am
The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts

Am            G           Am   G  Am
The more I move on, the more I am sure

   Am               C                      Am           Dm
That I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone

Am            C             Am           Dm
Wander til I can't remember my own home

Am            C             Am           Dm
Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone

         Am                 E               Am
Until that bullet flies to carry me home

           Am                                 C
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

                       D                E           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

           Am                                 C
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies

                       D                E           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home