G                                D
Like a corn in a field I cut you down
Am                         F7/9
I threw the last punch too hard
      G                              E7          
After years of goin' steady, well I thought that it was time
    Am                                C/D                              
To throw in my hand for a new set of cards
G/B                                      D    
And I can't take you dancin' out on the weekend
  Am                                    F7/9  
I figured we'd painted too much of this town
       G                                  E7  
And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon
      Am               D         D#º             Em7 A7
And I knew then I had lost what should have been fou-nd
  Am               D                         C   G
I knew then I had lost what should have been found
Fm                Bb7                  Eb     C
And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
    C#                D#   
I'm low as a paid assassin is
             G#        D#/G    Fm
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
         Bº                       G#
I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up
           C#                         
You know I can't think straight no more
Bb7                                           C#/D#
You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun
                     C#/G#  G#
In the gun of Robert Ford
G                                     D
Like a child when his toys have been stepped on
Am                          F7/9
That's how it all seemed to me
  G                     E7          
I burst the bubble that both of us lived in
        Am                                               C/D
And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel
G/B                                   D    
And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man
Am                                  F7/9
Your friends and mine don't call no more
G                                          E7                  
Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded
               Am             D        D#º Em7  A7                
Breaking up is sometimes like breakin' the law
               Am             D            C  G
Breaking up is sometimes like breakin' the law

Fm                Bb7                  Eb     C
And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
    C#                D#   
I'm low as a paid assassin is
             G#        D#/G    Fm
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
         Bº                       G#
I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up
           C#                         
You know I can't think straight no more
Bb7                                           C#/D#
You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun
                     C#/G#  G#
In the gun of Robert Ford

Fm                Bb7                  Eb     C
And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
    C#                Eb7   
I'm low as a paid assassin is
             G#        D#/G    Fm
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
         Bº                       G#
I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up
           C#                         
You know I can't think straight no more
Bb7                                           C#/D#
You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun
                     C#/G#  C#m6/G#  G#
In the gun of Robert Ford