Standard (EADGBE)

Verse

I was the bullet and you were the gun

Standing on main street with a showdown ‘bout to come

Streets were deserted everybody already left town

Too late I realized I was the fool who stuck around

Chorus

Good night my own true love

Send out your sweat prayers above

Verse

I was the one and we were the two

I was completely worn out but still we weren’t through

The ghost of the good times She kept hanging around

And don’t you look so good in your torn wedding gown

Chorus

Good night my own true love

Send out your sweat prayers above

Verse

I was the wounded and you were the nurse

I lay down on your couch man that was a first

I forgot nearly everything except how to tell you time

And don’t you look so good when I’m coming up from behind

Chorus

Good night my own true love

Send out your sweat prayers above

Verse

If I pick up my guitar, you are the pick

When I finish my ice cream bar you’re the little wooden stick

If I was fire I’d be cold without the touch of your match

If I was the number twenty-two well then you’d be the catch

No need to look outta my window ‘cause you’re always the view

I can buy a bottle of oxygen but I can’t get a deep breath of you

When I’m lost in my memory

you turn up in my dreams

I was alone in the ocean when you float by on a warm gulf stream

Now if I was the sky you’d be the blue

Or the green of the billiard table but I’m definitely still the cue

When I watch my TV you’re the only thing that’s ever on

Go for a ride on my yellow tractor and you’re the one crop growing on my farm

When I screw in a light bulb, you are the lamp

And when I zip up my sleeping bag you’re those scary noises outside my camp

If I was the mistery you’d be the clue

If I was size 10D, you’d be the shoe