The Chattanooga Shoot Shoot chords and lyrics - DARREN HANLON

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[Verse 1]
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[G]I w[A]as far from home a[D]nd lost and lonely,
namelessly bouncing around.
Spent too much time
and money in this little
Georgia town.
[G]And nothing lights a fire,
just like running out of cash.
Well, I had [D]enough to buy a one
-way ticket back to
Nashville.
To [A]a bed I know, owned by a friend
who's learned it the hard way.
If you invite [D]me in for coffee,
I'll unpack my bag [G]and stay
[A]Just like poo[D]r
Blanche
Dubois, I've also come to put my faith in
The charity of strangers and
honest transportation
So [G]I find myself aboard this silver
bullet budget bus
With [D]that creepy guy in sunglasses
down the back looking sus
And that [A]old woman with her
belongings in a busted plastic bag
And all the
Nicol [D]team devotees marked
the time to take a drag
[A]We'd only jus[D]t left
Chattanooga town
and I thought it prudent
To sit beside this young and wholesome
graduating college student
She [G]was pondering where best
to go to do her
PhD
She said [D]she had two options,
Australia or
Italy
I said, [A]well, that's a no -brainer,
you better come study with us
That's [D]about the time we both
heard something hit [G]the bus
[A]I counted six[D] loud popping thuds
that came in quick succession
They went, [A]that's [G]my im [F#]pression
[G]I innocently thought I'd kiss
just throwin' rocks for fun
But [D]the guy sat up the back yelled,
Them be shots fired from a gun
An[A]d everyone stopped talkin'
And we all looked at each other
Not know[D]in' if to ride ourselves
a wheel or duck [G]for cover
[A]Then underneath the [D]small explosion
The engine gave a hellish roar
Like when the stick slips outta
gear
And your foot's flat to the floor
Then [G]the bus lost all control
And started swerving across the freeway
Just missed [D]the concrete barrier
With about two metres leeway
I [A]was seeing the gruesome shots
They'd use for the morning edition
Then someone [D]be hind me moaned
We assumed the crash position
Oh [F#]my god
I did not know
That [G]this was how
I [D]was meant to go
I said, oh [F#]my
God, please save my neck
Don't [G]want to die in [A]this burning wreck
The driver [D]kept her nerve,
she had all our souls to save
She stopped short on the verge of
what might have been our grave
Now [G]everybody's thrilled as if
they've just been in the movies
They're [D]calling up their families saying,
guess what just happened to me
With[A]in ten minutes flat,
soon as you heard the sirens wail,
We're hemmed [D]all around by squad cars,
flashing like
Boxing
Day sale.
[A]Officer
Friendly [D]got on board,
took out his pad to take some names,
Patting the heads of children,
and flirting with the dames,
He said, [G]tell me now if any of
you've come to any harm,
He had
John
[D]Chapter 317 tattooed along his arm,
He said, [A]you can go stretch your legs
now, you might be sitting for some time
So I jumped [D]off with the smokers and
from there surveyed the crime
First shot it grazed off the flank,
the second barely missed the tank
The third shot went right [G]through and
[A]lodged into the toilet door
The fourth shot [D]pierced the luggage lock,
the fifth shot struck the engine [A]block
Then the six shot popped the tire
and then it shredded to the core
After [D]a while little bits of
the story filtered through
The shooter had been local and
the cops they now knew who
He [G]was supposed to join the bus
back at the
Chattanooga station
He [D]was late and tried to wave the driver
down but she's impatient
She's [A]bent to her position
and a timetable to honour
So he tailed [D]us to the freeway,
let the bullets rain upon us
Oh [F#]my
God, how close we've come
To [G]marching towards your kingdom [D]drum
I say, oh [F#]my
God, how close we've been
To [G]staring down etern[A]ity[D][G]
[D][A]
[D]
When the last cop pulled away,
we had been stuck out there for hours
It didn't take too long till the
collective mood, it sours
See my student [G]friend,
she's wailing that she's now gonna be late
She's gonna [D]have to call ahead,
cancel tonight's date
I said, [A]feel lucky you're not dead,
you're really giving me the blues
And the next [D]day safe in
Nashville, it didn't even make the news
[A]In the histor[D]y of
America, it was just another day
Now I'm made into that warm bed,
in there all day I'll stay
So if you ever [G]find yourself
riding the bus from
Chattanooga
Keep [D]your eyes open for pockets
with an outline like a luger
So [A]what worries me the most
is that it's difficult to tell
If you should fear [D]those who have missed
the bus or them who's punctual
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