The Hatchet Song

E A A(b5) E A A(b5) E A A(b5) E A A(b5) A B E E Emaj7 E It's too much confusion today A B E E Emaj7 E Looking I'd assure to shy away Amaj7 B And he blew his brains out with a pistol to say Amaj7 B To cover his ass or make a point someway F#m B Meet me on E A A/G# Lonely street F#m B Meet me on A A(b5) Lonely street E A A(b5) Yeah E A A(b5) E A A(b5) A A(b5) E E Emaj7 E To stab me in the back you know she threw a hatchet A B E E Emaj7 E It Buried in my chest when I turned to catch it Amaj7 B And the lucky days are stuck in quarantine Amaj7 B I thought I got some kind of warranty F#m B Meet me on E A A/G# Lonely street F#m B Meet me on A A(b5) Lonely street F#m B Meet me on E A Lonely street F#m B Meet me on A Lonely street E A A(b5) E A A(b5) E