Chords for PAT THE BUNNY - Let's Take A Ride Like We Used To | A Fistful Of Vinyl
Tempo:
64.225 bpm
Chords used:
D
Gm
G
Eb
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Gm] I came, came [Eb] to [G] this world a loaded handgun, firing at random, hit the people who were
closest, not the ones who deserved [D] an end.
[Dm] Some of them still don't talk to me, can't say I blame them [D] for a second.
I'll try to aim more [Gm] carefully, but it's too late for [G] that I reckon.
But not too late for regret.
I'll walk barefoot with smoke [D] inside, any chance I get.
But in the meantime, come on let's go [Gm] for a ride.
Like we used to, pistol strong, screaming liberty or death.
Although I think we want it both somehow, [D] but we'll take the cash instead.
Stack it high my friend, till it reaches the sky.
And us and God could call it [Gm] even and look each other in the eyes, like you did to the
county prosecutor, told him that you [G] were the [D] shooter.
But they'd never take you alive, grabbed his pen and stabbed him in the eye, ran off, never
to be [G] seen again.
When they strike, hit back harder, if you can't just hit back meaner.
Everybody's got a name and an address [Dm] and fragile bones to protect what's beaten in their chest.
Lash out and vanish into mist, [Gm] gum shoes can take one in the head.
Same to anyone who's ever seen a cop and didn't bludgeon [G] them to death.
[D] Same to anyone who's ever had a job and didn't hang their fucking boss off the roof at the post office.
[G] So, come on let's take a ride.
Like we used to, daggers drawn, screaming liberty or death.
Although I think we [D] want it both somehow.
Came [Eb] to this world a loaded [D] handgun, I'll leave it empty or [Gm] not at all.
[Eb]
closest, not the ones who deserved [D] an end.
[Dm] Some of them still don't talk to me, can't say I blame them [D] for a second.
I'll try to aim more [Gm] carefully, but it's too late for [G] that I reckon.
But not too late for regret.
I'll walk barefoot with smoke [D] inside, any chance I get.
But in the meantime, come on let's go [Gm] for a ride.
Like we used to, pistol strong, screaming liberty or death.
Although I think we want it both somehow, [D] but we'll take the cash instead.
Stack it high my friend, till it reaches the sky.
And us and God could call it [Gm] even and look each other in the eyes, like you did to the
county prosecutor, told him that you [G] were the [D] shooter.
But they'd never take you alive, grabbed his pen and stabbed him in the eye, ran off, never
to be [G] seen again.
When they strike, hit back harder, if you can't just hit back meaner.
Everybody's got a name and an address [Dm] and fragile bones to protect what's beaten in their chest.
Lash out and vanish into mist, [Gm] gum shoes can take one in the head.
Same to anyone who's ever seen a cop and didn't bludgeon [G] them to death.
[D] Same to anyone who's ever had a job and didn't hang their fucking boss off the roof at the post office.
[G] So, come on let's take a ride.
Like we used to, daggers drawn, screaming liberty or death.
Although I think we [D] want it both somehow.
Came [Eb] to this world a loaded [D] handgun, I'll leave it empty or [Gm] not at all.
[Eb]
Key:
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Gm
G
Eb
Dm
D
Gm
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[Eb] _ [Gm] _ I came, came _ [Eb] to [G] this world a loaded handgun, firing at random, hit the people who were
closest, not the ones who deserved [D] an end.
[Dm] Some of them still don't talk to me, can't say I blame them [D] for a second.
I'll try to aim more [Gm] carefully, but it's too late for [G] that I reckon.
But not too late for regret.
I'll walk barefoot with smoke [D] inside, any chance I get.
But in the meantime, _ come on let's go [Gm] for a ride.
Like we used to, pistol strong, screaming liberty or death.
Although I think we want it both somehow, [D] but we'll take the cash instead.
Stack it high my friend, till it reaches the sky.
And us and God could call it [Gm] even and look each other in the eyes, like you did to the
county prosecutor, told him that you [G] were the [D] shooter.
But they'd never take you alive, grabbed his pen and stabbed him in the eye, ran off, never
to be [G] seen again.
When they strike, hit back harder, if you can't just hit back meaner.
Everybody's got a name and an address [Dm] and fragile bones to protect what's beaten in their chest.
Lash out and vanish into mist, [Gm] gum shoes can take one in the head.
Same to anyone who's ever seen a cop and didn't bludgeon [G] them to death.
[D] Same to anyone who's ever had a job and didn't hang their fucking boss off the roof at the post office.
[G] So, come on let's take a ride.
Like we used to, daggers drawn, screaming liberty or death.
Although I think we [D] want it both somehow.
Came [Eb] to this world a loaded [D] handgun, I'll leave it empty or [Gm] not at all.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
closest, not the ones who deserved [D] an end.
[Dm] Some of them still don't talk to me, can't say I blame them [D] for a second.
I'll try to aim more [Gm] carefully, but it's too late for [G] that I reckon.
But not too late for regret.
I'll walk barefoot with smoke [D] inside, any chance I get.
But in the meantime, _ come on let's go [Gm] for a ride.
Like we used to, pistol strong, screaming liberty or death.
Although I think we want it both somehow, [D] but we'll take the cash instead.
Stack it high my friend, till it reaches the sky.
And us and God could call it [Gm] even and look each other in the eyes, like you did to the
county prosecutor, told him that you [G] were the [D] shooter.
But they'd never take you alive, grabbed his pen and stabbed him in the eye, ran off, never
to be [G] seen again.
When they strike, hit back harder, if you can't just hit back meaner.
Everybody's got a name and an address [Dm] and fragile bones to protect what's beaten in their chest.
Lash out and vanish into mist, [Gm] gum shoes can take one in the head.
Same to anyone who's ever seen a cop and didn't bludgeon [G] them to death.
[D] Same to anyone who's ever had a job and didn't hang their fucking boss off the roof at the post office.
[G] So, come on let's take a ride.
Like we used to, daggers drawn, screaming liberty or death.
Although I think we [D] want it both somehow.
Came [Eb] to this world a loaded [D] handgun, I'll leave it empty or [Gm] not at all.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _