G/B C Bm/D Like a corn in a field I cut you down C/E F9 I threw the last punch too hard G/B After years of going steady, E9 well I thought that it was time Am7 D To throw in my hand for a new set of cards G/B And I can't take you dancing C7 Bm/D out on the weekend C/E I figured we'd painted too much F9 of this town G/B And I tried not to look E9 as I walked to my wagon Am7 D And I knew then I had lost what D/D# Em7 A should have been found Am7 D I knew then I had lost what C G should have been found Chorus: Fm7 A# And I feel like a bullet in the gun D# C7 of Robert Ford C# D# I'm low as a paid assassin is G# Cm/G Fm D# You know I'm cold as a hired sword Dm7-5 G#/D# I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up C# C#/C You know I can't think straight no more A#m7 You make me feel like a bullet honey A#m7/D# C# G# in the gun of Robert Ford Like a child when his toy's been stepped on That's how it all seemed to me I burst the bubble that both of us lived in And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man Your friends and mine don't call no more Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am A# Am7 A#m C Cm C# C C7 D Dm D# Dm7 E Em Em7 E9 Fm Fm7 F9 G G# B Bm |