300 Mph Torrential Outpour Blues Acordes

	  
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E		   D 
I'm bringing back ghosts 
		    E      D  E  D  
That are no longer there 
	    E			D 
I'm gettin' hard on myself 
		     E     D  E  D 
Sittin' in my easy chair 
			A 
Well, there's three people in the mirror 
          G	        	   D			E  D  E  D 
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose 
	      Bm 
Well, I can't keep from laughin' 
	  	     A           G		    E  D  E  D 
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues 

I'm breakin' my teeth off 
Tryin' to bite my lip 
There's all kinds of red-headed women 
That I ain't supposed to kiss 
And it's that color that never fails 
To turn me blue 
So I just swallow it and hold on to it 
And use it to scare the hell out of you 

I have a woman  
'Says come and watch me bleed 
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that 
And still give her everything that she needs 
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer 
And one of them's got to be you 
But you're holding tight to it -- the answer  
Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues 

Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm 
On this winter night 
Everytime you get defensive 
You're just looking for a fight 
It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem 
With almost anything you'll do 
Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim 
Instead of playin' the fool 
And the roads are covered with a million  
Little molecules 
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered 
With pieces of pencil eraser too 
Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all 
Of my ashes too 
But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile per 
hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty 
cup torrential outpour blues 

One thing's for sure: in that graveyard 
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes