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

Chorus

   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