Elliott Murphy - Bullet Cifras para Ukulele

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