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I Feel Like a Bullet

Tom: G

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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