Lori McKenna - The bird and the rifle

There´s a ^Dbird making ^Gcoffee in the^D kitchen And there´s a ^Drifle out back ^Gsmoking ciga^Drettes ^AHe don´t ever really feel like ^Gtalking (D / G) D Don´t matter what she says

And the ^Dbird is always ^Gdreaming out the ^Dwindow ^DLooking at that ^Gbig wide open ^Dsky And the ^Arifle, he used to be a ^Gdreamer (D / G) D But he wasn´t meant to fly

^GSomething down, on the ground, won´t let her out and ^Bmholds her ^Ain ^GHe´s afraid if she flies, she'll never come ^Bmhome a^Again ^GSomething about the bird in her s^Bmpreading those ^Awings ^GAlways brings the rifle out in ^Dhim

But the ^Drifle loves the ^Gbird when she´s ^Dsinging And he ^Dknows every ^Gword to every ^Dsong And the ^Abird, she loves the rifle, ´cause he´s ^Gdangerous, (D / G) D stubborn and strong

^GSomething down, on the ground, won´t let her out and^Bm holds her ^Ain ^GHe´s afraid if she flies, she'll never come ^Bmhome a^Again ^GSomething about the bird in her s^Bmpreading those ^Awings ^GAlways brings the rifle out in ^Dhim

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One ^Dnight, when the autumn ^Gwind was ^Dperfect And the ^Drifle drank his ^Gwhiskey and went to^D bed And he ^Anever even heard the window ^Gopen And she ain´t come back ^Dyet

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