Misc Your Songs - Staplegun - mailman

^CI was sitting on my p^Gorch, d^Creaming of y^Csus4esterday ^CSitting on the ^Gporch, ^Cthinking of ^Csus4dreams lost ^CThen I saw him ^Gcoming, ^Cwalking ^Csus4up the road ^CI slowly leaned ^Gforward, a^Cnd I said ^Csus4to him, I said

^FHey there ^Gmailman, ^CWhat you got for ^Amme? ^FHey there ^Gmailman, ^Cmaybe it's a ^Ambill? ^DmOr maybe, ^Ga loveletter, ^Cfrom my girl.

^CHe turned to me, ^Ga bit surprised and ^Cgave me a wicked s^Csus4mile ^CAnd from his bag, ^Ghe then produced, ^Ca hand full of ^Csus4papers ^CWith a big e^Gvil grin, ^Cthis is what he said t^Csus4o me, he said

^FHey there ^Gmister, ^Cthis is what I go^Amt for you ^FAdver^Gtising, ^Ccoupons, flyers ^Amwrapped in paper ^DmAnd now I, will ^Gstuff it, in your ^Cbox

^CI was stunned, ^Gand quite surprised. ^CI didn't know what to ^Csus4say ^CMy shoulders hung, ^Gmy mouth went dry and my ^Cright eye started ^Csus4twitching ^CI finally ^Gcomposed myself ^Cand gently, but ^Csus4firmly I said

^FHey there ^Gfucker, ^Cwhat the ^Amfuck? ^FHey there ^Gdumbass, I^C don't want your ^Amshit ^DmSo maybe, ^GI'll just shove it, up your ^Cass

^CA few steps forward, ^Ga clenched fist ^Cand burning eyes of ^Csus4rage ^CGot the mailman ^Grunning ^Cfast down the ^Csus4lane ^CI went back ^Gto my porch, ^Csat myself and ^Csus4yelled

^FHey there ^Gmailman, ^Cthanks for dropping ^Amby ^FHey there ^Gmailman, ^Cmaybe next ^Amtime ^DmYou just ^Gbring me a f^Cucking letter.