Giving Up the Gun chords

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A _ D Your Bm sword's grown old and rusty, but E beneath D the rising sun, _ it's like the black trophy,.
getting G# all D the things done.
A _ D Been Bm low, it's F# been a long E time, you're right back D where you start from.
_ A I see it in your eyes, E and now you're giving D up the gun.
A When I was seventeen, I had roots like steel, B and I felt _ complete.
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And now my body fades beyond the bracerade, and I'm D obsolete.
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But if the chance F#m remains to see those E better days, I could go again D in time.
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My ears have grown to bits from all the rifle hits, still I crave that _ sound.
_ D Your sword's grown old Bm and rusty, but E beneath D the rising sun, _ it's like the black E trophy,.
getting all A the things done.
_ D Been low, it's been a long time, you're E right back where D you start from.
_ I see F#m it in your eyes, B and now you're giving D up the gun.
I heard you play guitar F#m down at a city Bm bar, whistling as you used to fight.
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A You took a guy with a smile, and you got a big style, used to save G the D night.
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E You fled the coming D waves, told me we'd all be E brave, you said you D wouldn't _ flinch.
A But in the years that passed, since I saw you last, you haven't moved an inch.
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_ Your sword's grown old and B rusty, but E beneath the D rising Bm sun, _ E it's like the black trophy,.
G#m forgetting all the D things A done.
_ Been Bm low, it's D been a long time, E you're right back where D you start from.
_ A I see it in your eyes, E and now you're A giving up D the gun.
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_ A I see F#m you shining your way, A go on, go on, D go on.
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_ B I see F#m you shining your way, A go on, go on, D go on.
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_ I see you shining your way, go on, go on, go on.
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_ I see F#m you shining your way, go on, Bm go on, go on.
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I C#m see _ _ _ _ .
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_ you _ shining your way, go E on, go on, F#m go on _ _ .
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Your soul's F#m grown old and rusty, E beneath the A rising sun.
_ It's locked F#m up like a trophy, _ .
E getting all the A things done.
_ And F#m though it's been a long time, E you're right back where you started from.
A I see it F#m in your eyes, A now you're giving D up your gun.
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