Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 You see the Sunday birds swinging low

 And the fever in your brain only grows

 And the murder boys they're running down the street

 You can see them through the window from your seat

 Hear the sound of the mightiest of guns

When the shadows run like ghosts across your room

Do you take your world and burn it in a spoon

A mercy ship to sail you off to sleep

To where the crimson angels swim the deep

But there’s no hiding from the mightiest of guns

With every breath you drink in the night

Cause you won’t give up your blues without a fight

And looking at the sky there is no pain

And the stars keep falling down like burning rain

They were fired by the mightiest of guns

Harmonica solo

Tomorrow I'll be out of my mind

The bear will dance and the organ will grind

I’m laughing cause I know there ain’t no sin

All the world on the head of a pin

Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns

Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns