300 Mph Torrential Outpoor Blues chords by The White Stripes

Verse 1:
E                   D
I'm bringing back ghosts
D                    E
That are no longer there
E                    D
I'm getting hard on myself
D                     E
Sitting in my easy chair
  A
Well, there's three people in the mirror
G                                           E
And I'm wondering which one of them i should choose
E     A
Well, I can't keep from laughing
G                                            E
Spitting out these 300 mile per hour out-pour blues

Verse 2:
E                     D
I'm breaking my teeth off
D                 E
Trying to bite my lip
E                               D
There's all kinds of red-headed women
D                         E
That I ain't supposed to kiss
A
And it's that color that never fails
G           E
To turn me blue
E   A
So I just swallow it and hold on to it
G                                  E
And use it to scare the hell out of you

Verse 3:
E           D
I have a woman
D                          E
'Says come and watch me bleed
E                                  D
And I'm wondering just how I can do that
D                                       E
And still give her everything that she needs
A
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
G                            E
And one of them's got to be you
E    A
But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
G                                                 E
Singing these three hundred mile per hour out-pour blues

Verse 4:
E                                        D
Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
D                 E
On this winter night
E                    D
Every-time you get defensive
D                       E
You're just looking for a fight
A
It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem
G                          E
With almost anything you'll do
E      A
Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim
G                       E
Instead of playing the fool
E                                   D
And the roads are covered with a million
D              E
Little molecules
E                                                D
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
D                             E
With pieces of pencil eraser too
A
Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holding all
G           E
Of my ashes too
E   A
But i can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will i still have these three hundred mile per
G
Hour, finger breaking, no answers making, battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty
                     E
Cup torrential out pour blues
E                                  D
One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
D                                   E
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes