The Bullet & Big D
Bishop Allen
EP. Collection Vol.1

This song is a few cents flat, so make sure you tune down if you're gonna play along.

I apologize for the spacing of the chords.  While they originally were perfectly spaced 
with the chord changes, Ultimate Guitar isn't too friendly with Macs.

A         E
On Monday Dealey Plaza fills
A   E   C#m
with people on the way
A                    E
to the court houses and meeting rooms
C#m  E  D
but me, I'm free today


D                E
And I traced the path the motorcade
A         D
took back in sixty-three:
D         E          A       D
past the grassy knoll into the book depository.
A      D       A        D
They put in a museum where they say the shots were fired.
A          D
It's closed today but I don't mind;
E
I'm already getting tired.


A            E
There's photographs and headlines
A     E    C#m
and diagrams of the street.
A      E
They’re showing the Zapruder film;
C#m   E    D
it's always on repeat.


D          E
Last night I dreamt I was the bullet
A     D
from frame 313;
D     E     A       D
the one that scattered his head around the limousine.
A       D         A        D
I was right there for his final thoughts of John John and Jackie
D     E      A
and oh my God Big D.

Interlude:
A, A, A, E, D, x4

A     E     A    E      C#m
Back then everybody worried further to the south.
A      E    C#m    E     D
Missiles screamed across Miami, trail and fall out.
D       E      A     D
Teachers drilled their students hiding underneath their desks
D      E       A     D
to fear the twitchy trigger finger of old Krushchev.
A      D       A       D
But Cuba couldn't kill nobody, not like Dallas could.
A     D     E
When I was growing up there, I understood



A        E
Remember when I’d pick you up
A     E  C#m
outside your mothers house?
A           E       C#m     E      D
The two of you were fighting, and we promised we'd get out
D         E         A          D
Out far from the narrowness and the confines and the doubt.
D     E          A      D
We'd leave behind all that we know and never turn around.
A        D       A         D
Cut the strings and tear away from all that kept us down
D   E    A
and oh my god big D

Interlude:
A, A, A, E, D, x4

A, E,
A, E, C#m,
A, E,
C#m, E, D,
D, E, A, D,
D, E, A, D,
A, D, A, D,
A, D,E,

A    E    A    E  C#m
Now I fly out of Laguardia, or out of JFK
A   E   C#m  E  D
and I land at DFW and I drive down LBJ
D      E       A     D
and the houses and the shopping centers, don't make me afraid.
D     E      A      D
Why they ever did, it's hard now to explain
A     D      A      D
But you, you never really left, for you was it the same?
D   E     A
And oh my god Big D

Interlude:
A, A, A, E, D, x4

A   E    A    E   C#m
November 22nd I was at the kitchen sink
A      E     C#m E   D
Just like everyone remembers where they were in ’63.
D        E         A       D
The shudder that shot through me with that unexpected call.
D        E    A      D
I locked the bathroom door and hit my fist against the wall.
A         D      A         D
I should of come to rescue you, I should have should have yes
A      D    E
What happened in the past ten years, I coulda guessed


A    E     A    E   C#m
Remember when I’d carry you, and lay you in your bed?
A    E   C#m  E D
And promised to take care of you, but I just left instead.
D     E    A     D
Last night I dreamt I was the pills you swallowed down.
D     E       A      D
I tried to come back up, but you wouldn't let me out.
A     D   A     D
And I couldn't help but wonder, did think of me?
D    E   A
and oh my god big D

A, A, A, E, D, x4