Bullets In The Gun

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Intro: E  D  A
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They used to call me lightening
I was always quick to strike
      D
Had everything I own
In the saddles on my back
   A
I had a reputation
For never stayin' very long
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Just like a wild and restless drifter
         D
Like a cowboy in a song
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I met a dark haired beauty
Where they laid the whiskey down
    D
In southern Arizona
In a little border town
     A
She had to dance for money
In that dusty old saloon
             E
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
 D                        E
Played that girl a tune, yeah
A
Never see it comin'
         D            A
It just hits you by surprise
           E
It's that cold place in your soul
           B
And that fire in her eyes
      D
That makes you come together
             A
Like wild horses when they run
         E
Now the cards are on the table
         D
And the bullets in the gun, yeah
 ( E  D  A  E  D )
She was sittin' on my lap
We still had shots to kill
When a man pulled up who owned the bar
In a Cadillac Deville
Grabbed her by her raven hair
And threw her in the floor
Said no free rides for the cowboys
That ain't what I pay you for, no
 ( E  D  A  E  D  E )
She jumped up and grabbed my pistol
Stuck it in the fat man's back
Said open up the safe
And put your money in the sack
Tied his hands behind him
And put a blindfold on his eyes
If you're dumb enough to chase us, man
You're dumb enough to die
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Never see it comin'
         D            A
It just hits you by surprise
           E
It's that cold place in your soul
           B
And that fire in her eyes
      D
That makes you come together
             A
Like wild horses when they run
         E
Now the cards are on the table
         D
And the bullets in the gun, yeah
 ( E  D  A  E  D )
We rode across the border
Down into Mexico
When you're runnin' from the law
Ain't that where everybody goes?
We came to a town
With a name I couldn't spell
She gave me what I came for
In that Mexican motel
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I woke up to sirens
And the sound of runnin' feet
There were 50 Federales
Locked and loaded in the street
She grabbed my 44
I grabbed the money in the sack
She kissed me for the last time
And we headed out the back
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Every gun was on us
And every heartbeat poundin'
          D
There's only one thing left to do
When they got you all surrounded
     A
She fired that old pistol
But we didn't stand a prayer
E
Money hit the gravel
D
Bullets filled the air
A
Never see it comin'
         D            A
It just hits you by surprise
           E
It's that cold place in your soul
           B
And that fire in her eyes
      D
That makes you come together
             A
Like wild horses when they run
         E
Now the cards are on the table
         D
And the bullets in the gun, yeah
Bullets in the gun
Bullets in the gun
Bullets in the gun