Standard (EADGBE)

x2

You see the sunday bird swinging low

And the fever in your brain only grows

And the people dragging crosses down the streets

See them put a child on the mercy seat

Hear the sound of the mightiest of guns

When the shadows run like ghosts across your room

Do you take your world and burn it in a spoon

A mercy ship to sail you off to sleep

To where the crimson angels swim the deep

But there’s no hiding from the mightiest of guns

With every breath you drink in the night

Cause you won’t give up your blues without a fight

And looking at the sky there is no pain

And the stars keep falling down like burning rain

They were fired by the mightiest of guns

Harmonica solo

same pattern)

Tomorrow I am leaving for the pines

On a dancing bear I will dine

I’m laughing cause I know there ain’t no sin

All the world on the head of a pin

Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns

Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns