Gun tab with lyrics by John Cale - Easy chords and tabs for guitar

John Cale – Gun tab

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E D A E Me and my partner we work on the run The quick try to get quicker And the creepers get hung Now itÂ’s you that got wasted tonight on the job One lost his liquor And the other lost his hand Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink But nothinÂ’ saw nothinÂ’ - just smell the stink Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one Four forgotten and the rest just wonÂ’t come When youÂ’ve begun to think like a gun The rest of the year has already gone When youÂ’ve begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone (well) blood on the windows and blood on the walls Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls And the papers keep downing on everything I burned And the people getting restless but theyÂ’ll never learn I picked up a doctor - heÂ’s good with a knife Says anaestheticÂ’s a waste of his time Works in a hurry but always worthwhile Knows they wonÂ’t be back for a long long time Top of the staircase was ready to fall We were still waiting downstairs in the hall Watch out for big mama, sheÂ’ll set you on fire Or go for your neck with the chicken wire When youÂ’ve begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone Once youÂ’ve begun to think like a gun The days of the year have already gone Mother of plenty, mother of none YouÂ’ve got me cornered and still on the run I donÂ’t care nothing about you anyway Stuck in this hole IÂ’m on my way Yeah when youÂ’ve begun to live like a gun The days of the year have already gone When youÂ’ve begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone
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