Ballad Of The Self Loading Pistol chords by Bruce Springsteen

• Capo on 4th

Tuning: EADGBE



 F#  G  A
e|-x---3---0---------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-3---3---2---------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-2---0---2---------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-4---0---2---------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-2---2---0---------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-x---3---x---------------------------------------------------------------------|


F# G F# G

 F#    G      F#   G    F#      G         F#   G
Father, I have come to tell you about something I done

 F#                   G         F#   G
Well, as the night reared its light head into a baby's sun

 F#              G                  F#   G
We rolled down into the town from where the Black Throats come

             F#    G          F#   G
And you know there was a robbery, there was a holdup

          F#  G            F#   G
Oh, there was a shootout, and there was a killing

              A
And there's blood on my hands

        F#   G  F#   G
Today I killed a man


 F#    G      F#   G    F#      G    F#   G
Well now, sister, you know me well

 F#    G      F#   G    F#      G    F#   G
And you ask me, well, how it was I felt

 F#    G      F#   G    F#      G         F#     G
Well, she had an appetite for loving only a fading beauty could possess

 F#    G      F#   G    F#      G         F#   G
She knew just what she wanted and she wouldn't take less

              F#   G        F#    G
I figured it was a small town, it was at sundown

                     F#    G
It was just a small crowd of people around

               F#    G
Oh, but he wouldn't put his guns down

              F#    G
No, he wouldn't put his guns down

               F#    G
Woah, he wouldn't put his guns down

             A
Now, his blood's on my hands

          F#   G  F#
Today I killed a man


         G              D
And papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot

      A      F#            D
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles

           A              F#   G
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol


 F#    G      F#   G    F#      G         F#   G
Well now, father, I have come to tell you about something I done

 F#                   G      F#   G
He had a widow running through town screaming

 F#                   G      F#   G
He had a brother and his tears were streaming

             F#    G          F#   G
Now I'm moving on the border with a rifle on my shoulder

             F#    G          F#   G
'Cause daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot

      A      F#            D
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles

           A              F#   G
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol

            F#   G              F#  G
And I just come to tell you that it don't hurt no more

            F#   G               F#   G
No, it don't hurt no more 'cause your son, he's an outlaw

               F#   G
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw

               F#   G
Yes, your son, he's an outlaw

               F#   G
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw

               F#   G
Now, your son, he's an outlaw

               F#   G
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw

                 A
Now, his blood feels good on my hands

          F#   G  F#
Today I killed a man


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