Kasabian - West ryder silver bullet

^F#mMist covers the ground ^F#mIn the city ^AEngine rumbles quiet ^F#mAs we drift by

^F#mI wish you could see it ^F#mThrough my crooked eye ^F#mOh your beauty ^APlays me just like a guitar string it's so true

^F#mI want^G your^A tou^C#mch ^{B A G F#m}Oh how^G I wa^Ant y^C#mou f^Bar^A t^Goo much ^F#mShe my b^Gaby ^F#mHe's my baby

^F#mAhhh^Ahh x ^F#mDays drift into one ^F#mIt's so pretty ^ATraveling Wilburys Polly's phot^F#mofits ^F#mAnd this stolen car ^F#mIs loaded with junk ^F#mIt's so dirty ^AHe'll be the death of me ^F#mBut that's ok

^F#mI want^G your^A tou^C#mch ^{B A G F#m}Oh how^G I wa^Ant y^C#mou f^Bar^A t^Goo much ^F#mShe my b^Gaby ^F#mHe's my baby