Bullets

G C G Em C G G C G Well hes been collecting since the age of nine Em C G Every shiny bullet that he could find G C G Built himself a house with the wooden floors Em C G Put the shiny bullets in a chest of drawers G C G Well his wifes long gone and the kids have grown Em C G And trees they fall down on their own G C G Memories fade like an old slideshow Em C G But the bullets still shine like coins in the snow C G D Em Well one day took himself into town C G D Em The men with a truck well they came around C G D Em Took the television and the gun from the war C G D G And almost every bullet from the chest of drawers G C G Well he came back home and found the house in a mess Em C G Run into the bedroom and the old brown chest G C G Didnt care much for the VCR Em C G But he cried for the space where the bullets were C G D Em The men drove the truck down into town C G D Em And sold all the silver they had found C G D Em But they couldnt sell the bullets cos they werent live rounds C G D G So they dug a big hole put the bullets in the ground G C G Em C G C G D Em C G D Em C G D Em Now he doesnt leave the house much anymore C G D Em Cos the men are gonna come like they did before C G D Em And hell hold onto the three or four C G D G Bullets that they left in the chest of drawers C G D G Oh yeah the bullets that they left in the chest of drawers