Devil Makes Three - The Bullet Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Chorus

Am C Am Dm Am C E

Am G Am G Am

Well he opened up his shop at the age of nineteen Stealing anything the eye could see Said gather round, you people, anything you need I'll keep my name on your lips And put the word out on the street

Chorus

AndAm I will ride til Cmy fingers, they are doAmwn to the bonDme AmWander til I cCan't remember Ammy own home Dm AmDrink til I doCn't know the mAmeaning of aloDmne Until thaAmt bullet flies to cEarry me home Am 'til that bAmullet flies that bullet flies that Cbullet flies That bullet flies that Ebullet flies to carry me homAme 'til that bAmullet flies that bullet flies that Cbullet flies That bullet flies that Ebullet flies to carry me homAme Repeat Verse/Chorus The song has a solo and ends with some shifty chord changes, but you can figure those out. The thing with this song is you're always coming back to the Am chord. This is just my interpretation of this great song. Any corrections, please do so. Well he never, ever smiled but he always seemed pleased Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees Said I see the game and the game, it sees me And we will dance until they bury me So I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns Screaming at my enemies you'll all have your turn The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts The more I move on, the more I am sure That I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone Wander til I can't remember my own home Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone Until that bullet flies to carry me home 'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home 'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home