The Bullet Chords & Tabs

by The Devil Makes Three

[Content]
THE BULLET - DEVIL MAKES THREE
[Intro/Verse] Am   G   Am G Am
[Chorus] Am C Am Dm + Am C D E
Am G Am G Am
Am                    G           Am   G  Am     
Well he opened up his shop at the age of nineteen
Am         G           Am   G  Am  
Stealing anything the eye could see
Am                   G          Am      G  Am   
Said gather round, you people, anything you need
Am                   G        
I'll keep my name on your lips
            Am        G       Am  
And put the word out on the street
   Am               C                      Am           Dm
And I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone
Am            C             Am         Dm
Wander til I can't remember my own home
Am            C             Am           Dm
Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone
         Am                 E           Am
Until that bullet flies to carry me home
           Am                                 C           
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
                       D                E           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
           Am                                 C           
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
                       D                E           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
Am                   G           Am      G        Am   
Well he never, ever smiled but he always seemed pleased
Am                   G       Am     G      Am 
Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees
Am                    G           Am   G  Am
Said I see the game and the game, it sees me
Am             E                Am  
And we will dance until they bury me
Solo
Am                    G              Am      G       Am  
So I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns
Am                    G             Am   G  Am   
Screaming at my enemies you'll all have your turn
Am                    G         Am   G  Am  
The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts
Am            G           Am   G  Am  
The more I move on, the more I am sure
   Am               C                      Am           Dm
That I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone
Am            C             Am         Dm
Wander til I can't remember my own home
Am            C             Am           Dm
Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone
         Am                 E           Am
Until that bullet flies to carry me home
           Am                                 C           
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
                       D                E           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
           Am                                 C           
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
                       D                E           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home