Kyle Craft

Future Midcity Massacre

Kyle Craft

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Future Midcity Massacre

Written by Kyle Craft

	  		
Intro: D  A7 

      D 
Well I tried, my girl, to put you in a song 
   Bm 
A tune to weep for when you're back 
    G 
But every time the notes fall flat. 
     E 
Your face is made, your bags are packed 
     G                                D 
You were leaving before you were even gone 

D 
Spent lost years in the ring, we're fighting love 
Bm 
Now everything that came before 
   G 
My wicked plea and your dreams of war 
     E 
They hit me quick, they made me sore 
     G                              D         A G 
They taught me swinging hard is not enough 

   D 
So meet up with your girls in New Orleans 
Bm                                      G 
Tie your corset, paint your eyes and run wild through the Bourbon night 
E 
It always takes me by surprise 
    G                                  D   D7 
How effortless your good time seems to be 

G                         Gm            D  D7 
And I'll send you on your way without a kiss 
G                        Gm          E 
Well, I never gave you all that much to miss 
                        G 
But, hell, what a time 
      G                     D     A G 
Now you're free babe and so am I 

D 
So move on with the mirror in your mind 
Bm 
Watch your style and your step 
     G 
And when there's no reflection left 
        E 
You'll find you've become someone else 
G                              D 
A stranger to yourself and all mankind 

D 
And she said this rum it just don't burn me going down 
Bm 
Not like it did when we were young 
G 
It felt like fire across our tongues 
E 
Just like love, that all went numb 
G                                             D   D7 
And the sweetest feelings found their own way out 

        G          Gm                   D    D7 
So you send me on my way with cheap red wine, 
   G             Gm              E 
A bouquet of dead flowers and a thirst for twisted nights, 
                   G 
But, fuck, what a time! 
            G                      D        B 
And you're beautiful but you ain't mine 
       G                    Gm 
You're free babe, so very free babe 
          D             B             G  Gm D 
And so am I, yeah so am I, yeah so am I 
		  

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