White Houses

C Am7   Dm7 G   C Am7   Dm7 G

[Verse 1]
       C
Got it bad and you know that ain’t 
good
C
Doing things I thought I never would
Could it be an old cowboy like me 
Am7              Dm7
has fallen in love
              G
I thought I’d sworn off of settling 
down
          Dm7             G
But every time she comes around
Dm7                               
   I feel her magic and she’s got 
            G  D  G
me thinking of

[Chorus]
C                  F
  White houses and small picket 
fences
G                    C
  She’s tearing down all my defenses
   F                   Dm7        
My senses are gone and I can’t do 
           G   G
nothing at all
C                           F
  She’s got me hearing them church 
bells ringing
G                     C          
  Wedding marches and people 
    G
singing
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Am                         C     
  She’s got me thinking of 
                 Dm7
hanging my guns on the wall
        F                G        
And the funniest thought   I don’t
            C
 mind it at all

[Solo]
  Am7   Dm7 G   C Am7   Dm7 G

[Verse 2]
        C
I could run but hey what’s the use
C
Where would I go if she cut me loose
C                             Am7
Just the natural course every 
                       Dm7
wild horse gets broken in time
     G                             
Lord knows I love running free 
  Dm7              G
every time she touches me
Dm7                               
   I can’t believe the things that
                G    D
 run through my mind
G
Li-i-i-ike

[Chorus]
C                  F
  White houses and small picket 
fences
G                    C
  She’s tearing down all my defenses
   F                   Dm7        
My senses are gone and I can’t do 
           G   G
nothing at all
C                           F
  She’s got me hearing them church 
bells ringing
G                     C          
  Wedding marches and people 
    G
singing
Am                         C     
  She’s got me thinking of 
                 Dm7
hanging my guns on the wall
        F                G        
And the funniest thought   I don’t
            C
 mind it at all

[Solo]
  Am7   Dm7 G   C Am7   Dm7 G

[Otro]
     C                F
Ooh, white houses and small picket 
fences
G                    C
  She’s tearing down all my defenses
   F                   Dm7        
My senses are gone and I can’t do 
           G   G
nothing at all
C                           F
  She’s got me hearing them church 
bells ringing
G                     C          
  Wedding marches and people 
    G
singing
Am                         C
  She’s got me thinking of hanging 
my guns (fades out)