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Elliott Murphy - Bullet

Misc. Unsigned Bands
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Chords in this song

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

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Readable chord sheet for Elliott Murphy - Bullet by Misc. Unsigned Bands

[F]   I was the b[C]ullet and yo[Dm]u were the g[Am]un
[F]   Standing on main[C] street with a sho[Dm]wdown ‘bout to [Am]come
[F]   Streets were deser[C]ted  everybody a[Dm]lready left t[Am]own
[F]   Too late I re[C]alized I was the fo[Dm]ol who stuck arou[Am]nd

[C/G] Good ni[F]ght   my o[G]wn true l[Am]ove
[F]Send out your sw[C]eat prayers abov[G]e

[F]   I was the o[C]ne and we wer[Dm]e the two    [Am]
[F]   I was completely [C]worn out but s[Dm]till we weren’t [Am]through
[F]   The ghost of the g[C]ood times     Sh[Dm]e kept hanging [Am]around
[F]   And don’t you loo[C]k so good in you[Dm]r torn wedding g[Am]own

[C/G] Good ni[F]ght   my o[G]wn true l[Am]ove
[F]Send out your sw[C]eat prayers abov[G]e

[F]   I was the wo[C]unded and you [Dm]were the nurse   [Am]
[F]   I lay down on[C] your couch  m[Dm]an that was a first[Am]
[F]   I forgot nearl[C]y everything e[Dm]xcept how to tell you[Am] time
[F]   And don’t you look so[C] good  when I’[Dm]m coming up from be[Am]hind

[C/G] Good ni[F]ght   my o[G]wn true l[Am]ove
[F]Send out your sw[C]eat prayers abov[G]e

[F]If I pick up my[C] guitar, you are the[Dm] pick          [Am]
[F]When I finish m[C]y ice cream bar you’[Dm]re the little w[Am]ooden stick
[F]If I was fire I[C]’d be cold without t[Dm]he touch of you[Am]r match
[F]If I was the nu[C]mber twenty-two well[Dm] then you’d be [Am]the catch
[F]No need to look[C] outta my window ‘ca[Dm]use you’re alwa[Am]ys the view
[F]I can buy a bot[C]tle of oxygen but I [Dm]can’t get a dee[Am]p breath of you
[F]When I’m lost i[C]n my memory         [Dm]                        [Am]
 you turn up in my dreams
[F]I was alone in [C]the ocean  when you [Dm]float by on a w[Am]arm gulf stream
[F]Now if I was th[C]e sky you’d be the b[Dm]lue            [Am]
[F]Or the green of[C] the billiard table [Dm]but I’m definit[Am]ely still the cue
[F]When I watch my[C] TV you’re the only [Dm]thing that’s ev[Am]er on
[F]Go for a ride o[C]n my yellow tractor [Dm]and you’re the [Am]one crop growing on my farm
[F]When I screw in[C] a light bulb, you a[Dm]re the lamp    [Am]
[F]And when I zip [C]up my sleeping bag y[Dm]ou’re those sca[Am]ry noises outside my camp
[F]If I was the mi[C]stery you’d be the c[Dm]lue            [Am]
[F]If I was size 1[C]0D, you’d be the sho[Dm]e              [Am]

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