Bullet chords by Preacher Boy

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
Born in
Louisiana, crossed the river from
New
Orleans
To a mother with a husband
doing sex and dungarees
He was running as soon as he could walk,
mostly from the cops
He was dealin'
X and gave
R's when they finally got popped
Judge laid out the choices one
through three when he said
That it's the
Army or it's jail or it's windin' up dead
So he traded in his mullet, earrings,
jackknife, and bandana
And the
Army made a little room for
Private
Louisiana
Say,
Em 
God got a lot of love for this boy
C 
D 
And by rights, he should be dead
Em 
Am 
Well, he's lived more
G 
lives than a junkyard time
C 
D 
He got a bullet trapped in his hand
Am 
Well, he landed back in
C 
Louisiana, but he didn't stay for long
F 
He found a laundry list of en emies,
C 
but all his friends were gone
Am 
So he hopped a ride to
California with someone else's lady
C 
G 
C 
All the while he sucking on
a crack -pock -pocker, baby
Am 
G 
He hit the streets with his hood up over hair,
C 
once more grown long
Metallica on the
Dm 
Walkman and his leather jacket  on
Am 
Someone offered him a couch for
the night cause he had a call
C 
Am 
C 
It was six or seven months
Am 
Dm 
before he fi  nally got off
D 
I say,
Am 
G 
God's got a lot of love for this boy
C 
Dm 
By rights, he should be dead
D 
Em 
Am 
Well, he's a little more
G 
alive than a junkyard tom
C 
D 
He's got a bullet trapped in his head
C 
Am 
Well, got himself a job as a
groom down at the track
All the while stealing bits
of tackle for crack
And things kept getting tighter
and he was getting rattled
And the shed finally hit the fan
when he tried to steal a saddle
So he grabbed a train to
Em 
Fresno, swearing that he'd get clean
C 
Am 
He spent five months on a horse farm,
D 
then he was back in
Am 
New
Orleans
Oh,
G 
God's got a lot of love for that boy
C 
Dm 
By rights, he should be dead
D 
Am 
Well, he's lived more lives
G 
than a junkyard time
C 
D 
And he got a bullet trapped in his head
Em 
G 
Am 
Well, he found himself a cooking job
G 
And he saved a little money
C 
And he kept  himself off the pipe
D 
Em 
And he moved in with a honey
G 
Am 
But she had a crazy accent
G 
A son from when they were together
C 
Well, one day he showed up
D 
Em 
He said hello and cocked his hammer
G 
Am 
Eight months later,
G 
our boy woke up with never thought it would happen
C 
He was in the very same hospital
D 
where his poor mother had him
Am 
He fell around his head for
G 
some bandages to unwind
Am 
C 
His mother said, honey,
there ain't none
Am 
I'm sorry, son, you're blind
Now
G 
God got a lot of love for this boy
C 
D 
By rights, he should be dead
Am 
Well, he's lived more lives
G 
than a junkyard time
C 
D 
And he's a bullet trapped in his head
Em 
Am 
Well, it's been nearly
nine years now
Em 
And he's back across the river
And he's married with a son
Am 
And they're talking about a daughter
C 
And he still likes his pie
Am 
But now he only smokes it  green
And he lives in
Louisiana
G 
Am 
Across the river from
New
Orleans
Now, I've got,
G 
got a lot of love for this boy
C 
D 
And by rights, he should be dead
Em 
Am 
He's lived more lives
G 
than a junkyard time
C 
Dsus4 
He's got a bullet trapped in his head
G 
D 
I  say,
Am 
G 
God got light love for this boy
C 
D 
By rights, he should be dead
Am 
G 
He's lived more lives than a junkyard time
C 
D 
He's got a bullet trapped in his head
Dsus4 
C 
Well     I  say,
Am 
G 
God got a lot of love for this boy
C 
By rights, he should be dead
Am 
And he's lived more
G 
lives than a junkyard time
C 
He's got a bunch of lies that ain't his
D 
G 
Em 
G 
Well I  say,
Am 
G 
God got a lot of love for this boy
C 
Dsus4 
By rights, he should be dead
C 
G 
Am 
Now he's a little more wise
G 
C 
than a junkyard time
D 
He's got a bullet right through his head,
Am 
G 
Am 
G 
C 
Am 
C 
oh yes
Dsus4 
Am 
G 
C 
Dsus4 
C 
Am 
G 
C 
Am 
C 
Dsus4 
Am 
You
C 