The Bullet

[Intro] Am  G  Am  G
        Am  G  Am  G  Am

[Primera Parte]

Am                     G          
Well he opened up his shop at the 
Am     G   Am
age of nineteen

Am       G            Am   G    Am
Stealing anything the eye could see
Am                     G       
Said gather round, you people, 
Am       G   Am
anything you need
Am                        G
I'll keep my name on your lips
            Am       G      Am
And put the word out on the street

[Estribillo]

Am                     C         
And I will ride til my fingers, 
        Am          Dm
they are down to the bone
Am           C              Am   
Wander til I can't remember my 
  Dm
own home
Am          C              Am   
Drink til I don't know the 
      Dm
meaning of alone
           Am              Em     
Until that bullet flies to carry 
  Am
me home
          Am                Am    
'til that bullet flies that bullet
            C
 flies that bullet flies
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     C                 Em         
That bullet flies that bullet 
              Am
flies to carry me home
          Am                Am    
'til that bullet flies that bullet
            C
 flies that bullet flies
     C                 Em         
That bullet flies that bullet 
              Am
flies to carry me home

[Segunda Parte]

Am                   G            
Well he never, ever smiled but he 
Am     G      Am
always seemed pleased
Am               G             Am
Said I'll never live down upon my
 G      Am
 bended knees
Am              G           Am  
Said I see the game and the 
     G    Am
game, it sees me
Am          G           Am   G    Am
And we will dance until they bury me

[Puente] Am  C  Am  Dm
        Am  C  Am  Em
        Am  C  Am  Dm
        Am  Em  Am  Em

[Tercera Parte]

Am                      G        
So I will rise like the ashes 
      Am     G     Am
from a building as it burns
Am              G           Am   
Screaming at my enemies you'll 
  G         Am
all have your turn
Am              G         Am    
The more pain I feel, the less 
    G  Am
that it hurts
Am         G            Am     G
The more I move on, the more I am 
  Am
sure

[Estribillo Final]

Am                      C        
That I will ride til my fingers, 
         Am          Dm
they are down to the bone
Am     C                    Am   
Wander til I can't remember my 
  Dm
own home
Am          C              Am   
Drink til I don't know the 
      Dm
meaning of alone
           Am              Em     
Until that bullet flies to carry 
  Am
me home
          Am                 Am   
'til that bullet flies, that 
              C
bullet flies, that bullet flies
     C                  Em        
That bullet flies, that bullet 
               Am
flies to carry me home
          Am                 Am   
'til that bullet flies, that 
              C
bullet flies, that bullet flies
     C                  Em        
That bullet flies, that bullet 
                   Am
flies to carry me home

[Final] Am  Em  Am