Little Bombs
submitted by Robin Duggan
miss_dugganheimer@hotmail.com
capo 2
intro:
(F)From the 22nd (Am)floor
(F)Walking down the (Am)corridor
(Dm)Looking out the (Bb)picture window (F)down
On Syca(C)more
(F)While perspective lines (Am)converge
(F)Rows of cars and buses (Am)merge
(Dm)All the sweet green (Bb)trees of Atlanta (F)burst
Like little (C)bombs
Or little (Dm)pom-poms
Shaken (Bb)by A careless (F)hand
That drives them (C)off
And leaves (Dm)again
(Dm)Life just(Bb)kind of (Dm)empties (C)out
(Dm)Less A (Bb)deluge (Dm)than A (C)drought
(Dm)Less A (Bb)giant (Dm)mushroom (C)cloud
(Dm)Than an unex(Bb)ploded (F)shell
Inside A (C)cell
Of the Lennox(Dm) Hotel
On the 22nd floor
Found a notice on my door
While outside, the sun is shining on
Those little bombs
Those little pom-poms
Life just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Than an unexploded shell
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel