Whistling Cannonballs

C

[Verse 1]
         C
There’s pictures of her mother on the wall
                                             F
And when she speaks, she don’t look at me at all
     F                               C
She likes to check the time now and then
    G                               C
And I start whistling cannonballs again

[Verse 2]
    C
Her old man sleeps till dark every day
                                        F
Then she cleans and puts the ashtrays away
    F                              Am
I think that i could make her my friend
    G                                 C
But i’ve been whistling cannonballs again

[Chorus]
    F                                  C
And as she pulls her skirt above her knees
              G                             C
I’m thinking bad things always  come  in threes
           F                         C    F
And so it finished right where it began
    F                 G            C
And i went whistling cannonballs again

[Verse 3]
  C
Fragile  like a teacup in a storm
                                     F
Sweet and tender like a nurse in uniform
    F                       C
But every time I here a violin
     G                              C
Then I start whistling cannonballs again

[Verse 4]
        C
So she curled up like a cat in the chair
                                        F
With her fingers drawing circles in the air
  F                                   Am
Stared me down and said “lets not pretend
      G                                  C
That you weren’t whistling cannonballs again

[Chorus]
        F                                 C
And without a breath she made it pretty clear
                G                      C
That I should close the door and disappear
      F                             C     F
It’s been so long I don’t remember when
    F                G            C
I started whistling cannonballs again
      F                              C    F
It’s been so long i don’t remember when
     F                G            C
We started whistling cannonballs again