The Bullet

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[Verse 1]
C
Line of limousines leaves one by one
C
The prayers been prayed
C
The hymns been sung
F
Black mascara's already run
                   C
But the tears keep flowing
C
You can blame it on hate or blame it
 on guns,
C
but mamas ain't supposed to bury 
their sons
        F
Left a hole in her heart and it 
still ain't done
                    C
The bullet keeps on goin'


[Chorus]
F
Through every branch of his family 
tree
F
Every birthday that he'll never see
      C                         
Every chance to live a good life 
                  F C
that was stolen
            F
Through the son he'll never get to 
raise
F
His daughter on her wedding day
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Am             G                 
Wishin' it was his hands she was 
C        F C
holdin'
Am                       C       
'Till every heart that's left to 
         F
break is broken
                    C
The bullet keeps on goin'


[Verse 2]
C
The grass grows back around the 
stone
C
And friends stop checkin' in on the 
phone
F
The camera crews have all moved on
                      C
But the wound's still open
                     G
The bullet keeps on goin'


[Chorus]
F
Through every branch of his family 
tree
F
Every birthday that he'll never see
      C                         
Every chance to live a good life 
                  F C
that was stolen
            F
Through the son he'll never get to 
raise
F
His daughter on her wedding day
Am             G                 
Wishin' it was his hands she was 
C        F C
holdin'
Am                       C       
'Till every heart that's left to 
         F
break is broken
                    Am     G F
The bullet keeps on goin'
Am  G  F
Oh, whoa


[Bridge]
C
Line of limousines leaving one by 
one
C
The prayers been prayed
C
The hymns been sung
   F
Oh, mamas ain't supposed to bury 
their sons
                    C
The bullet keeps on goin'


[Partial Chorus]
            F
Through the son he'll never get to 
raise
F
His daughter on her wedding day
Am             G                 
Wishin' it was his hands she was 
C        F C
holdin'
Am                       C       
'Till every heart that's left to 
         F
break is broken
                    C
The bullet keeps on goin'
C
The bullet keeps on goin'