The Bullet

C C Line of limousines leaves one by one C The prayers been prayed C The hymns been sung F Black mascara's already run C But the tears keep flowing C You can blame it on hate or blame it on guns, C but mamas ain't supposed to bury their sons F Left a hole in her heart and it still ain't done C The bullet keeps on goin' F Through every branch of his family tree F Every birthday that he'll never see C F C Every chance to live a good life that was stolen F Through the son he'll never get to raise F His daughter on her wedding day Am G C F C Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin' Am C F 'Till every heart that's left to break is broken C The bullet keeps on goin' C The grass grows back around the stone C And friends stop checkin' in on the phone F The camera crews have all moved on C But the wound's still open G The bullet keeps on goin' F Through every branch of his family tree F Every birthday that he'll never see C F C Every chance to live a good life that was stolen F Through the son he'll never get to raise F His daughter on her wedding day Am G C F C Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin' Am C F 'Till every heart that's left to break is broken Am G F The bullet keeps on goin' Am G F Oh, whoa C Line of limousines leaving one by one C The prayers been prayed C The hymns been sung F Oh, mamas ain't supposed to bury their sons C The bullet keeps on goin' Partial Chorus F Through the son he'll never get to raise F His daughter on her wedding day Am G C F C Wishin' it was his hands she was holdin' Am C F 'Till every heart that's left to break is broken C The bullet keeps on goin' C The bullet keeps on goin'