Cifras para Violão I Feel Like a Bullet

Tom:  G
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