Bullet chords by Elliott Murphy

Bullet - Elliott Murphy
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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