Cifras
I Feel Like a Bullet

Tono: G

Introducción:

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 G                                                               D 
Like a corn in a field I cut you down
 Am                                                 F7(9) 
I threw the last punch too hard
             G                                                           E7 
After years of goin' steady, well I thought that it was time
         Am                                                               C/D 
To throw in my hand for a new set of cards
 G/B                                                                           D 
And I can't take you dancin' out on the weekend
     Am                                                                       F7(9) 
I figured we'd painted too much of this town
               G                                                                   E7 
And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon
             Am                             D                 D#º                         Em7  A7 
And I knew then I had lost what should have been fou-nd
     Am                             D                                                 C     G 
I knew then I had lost what should have been found
 Fm                               Bb7                                   Eb         C 
And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
         C#                               D# 
I'm low as a paid assassin is
                           G#               D#/G       Fm 
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
                                                                G# 
I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up
                       C# 
You know I can't think straight no more
 Bb7                                                                                     C#/D# 
You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun
                                           C#/G#   G# 
In the gun of Robert Ford
 G                                                                         D 
Like a child when his toys have been stepped on
 Am                                                   F7(9) 
That's how it all seemed to me
     G                                         E7 
I burst the bubble that both of us lived in
                 Am                                                                                             C/D 
And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel
 G/B                                                                     D 
And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man
 Am                                                                   F7(9) 
Your friends and mine don't call no more
 G                                                                                   E7 
Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded
                               Am                         D               D#º  Em7   A7 
Breaking up is sometimes like breakin' the law
                               Am                         D                       C   G 
Breaking up is sometimes like breakin' the law
 Fm                               Bb7                                   Eb         C 
And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
         C#                               D# 
I'm low as a paid assassin is
                           G#               D#/G       Fm 
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
                                                                G# 
I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up
                       C# 
You know I can't think straight no more
 Bb7                                                                                     C#/D# 
You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun
                                           C#/G#   G# 
In the gun of Robert Ford
 Fm                               Bb7                                   Eb         C 
And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
         C#                               Eb7 
I'm low as a paid assassin is
                           G#               D#/G       Fm 
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
                                                                G# 
I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up
                       C# 
You know I can't think straight no more
 Bb7                                                                                     C#/D# 
You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun
                                           C#/G#   C#m6/G#   G# 
In the gun of Robert Ford