Shots

Neil Young

Am F C G Children are lost in the sand clearing roads with little hands

Am F C E Trying to join their father's castles together again

Am F C G Will they make it? Who knows where or when

Am F G Old wounds will mend.

Am F C G Shots einging all along the borders can be

Am F C E Comin' down like a venom in the sky

Am F C G Cutting through the air faster than a bird

Am F G in the night

Am F C G Machines are winding their way along, looking strong

Am F C E Building roads and bringing back loads

Am F C G of building materials

Am F G in the night

Am F C G Men are trying to move the borders on the ground

Am F C E lines between the different spots that each has found

Am F C G but back home another scene was going down

Am F G in the night

Am F C G Lust comes creepin' through the night to feed on hearts

Am F C E of suburban wives who learned to pretend

Am F C G when they met their dreams end

Am F G in the night

Am F Shots, I hear shots.

Am F Shots, I hear shots.

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