Mother Mother - Little pistol
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AmUpon my side
FWhere it is felt
CI pack a little pistol on my Fpistol belt
I think I Fmight be scared
Of the Fworld,
and the Gway
it Fmakes you feel Amafraid
AmUnder the skin
FAgainst the skull
CThey put a little chip so they Fknow it all
I think I Fmight be scared
Of the Fworld,
Gand the way
it Fmakes you feel Gafraid
And AmI, I, I, I, I, I Am
It gets in the Fway,
gets in the Cway
gets in the Fway
In the Gway, way ay ay ay and now
DmI want brimstone
AmIn my garden
And DmI want roses
AmSet on fire
CAnd I, I want what's Fbest for me
CAnd I,
I think I kDmnow, know what that means,
AmJust what that means.
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F, E, D#, E
E, C, A, D
To-Amday I coo
To-Fday I caw
I Chave a pistol party and I
FKill them Eall
I think I Fmight be Escared.
Of the Fmen and the Gmen
with their hFands in-siGde,
and the Fwomen, oh the Gwomen
all they Fdo is Gcry,
And Am I, I, I, I, I, AmI
I lose my Fmind
lose my Cmind
lose my Fmind
Lose my Gmi,i,i,ind and now
DmI found brimstone
AmIn my garden
And DmI found roses
AmSet on fire
DmAnd I found Jesus, Amwhat a liar
DmSo I trade licks with AmMuddy Waters
CAnd I, I found what's Fbest for me
CAnd I, I see no Ftragedy
CAnd I, well I found a Fburning rose,
CAnd I, I think I Dmknow, know what that means
Just what that Ammeans,
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F, E, D#, E
E, C, A, D