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C7 Fm there is A light in the forest D# G# there’s A face in the tree C7 Fm i’ll pull you out of the chorus D# Fm and the first one’s always free C# D# Fm C# D# Fm you can never go A hunting with just A flintlock and A hound C7 Fm you won’t go home with A bunting A#m C7 Fm if you blow A hundred rounds it takes much more than wild courage or you’ll hit the tattered clouds you must have just the right bullet and the first one’s always free you must be careful in the forest broken glass and rusty nails if you’re to bring back somehting for us i have bullets for sale | Fm | - | Fm | - | Fm | - | Fm | | Fm | - | Fm | - | D# | - | D# | | Fm | - | Fm | - | D# | - | D# | | C | - | C | - | C | - | C | - | Fm | Fm D# Fm D# C E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - | B | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 4 - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 4 - - - - - 4 - - | - - 5 - - | G | - - - - - - - - - 5 - - - - - - 5 - - - - - - 5 - - | - - - - - - - - - 5 - - - - - - 5 - - - - - - 5 - - - - | - - - - - | D | - - 3 - - - 6 - - - - - - 6 - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - 3 - - - 6 - - - - - - 6 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - | A | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - | E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - | why be A fool when you can chase away your blind and your gloom i have blessed each one of these bullets and they shine just like A spoon to have sixty silver wishes is A small price to pay they’ll be your private little fishes and they’ll never swim away i just want you to be happy that’s my only little wish i’ll fix your wagon and your musket and the spoon will have his dish and i shudder at the thought of your poor empty hunter’s pouch so i’ll keep the wind from your barrel and bless the roof of your house | Fm | - | Fm | - | Fm | - | Fm | | Fm | - | Fm | - | D# | - | D# | | Fm | - | Fm | - | D# | - | D# | | C | - | C | - | C | - | C | - | Fm |