A collection of lyrics and chords
for the music of James Grant

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Sweet Black Luger

Lyrics

E 7                                           Bmin7

I’ve got a sweet black luger

A                                             E

I keep it in my pulpit

E 7                                           Bmin7

Got a sweet black luger

A                                             E

But I’m never gonna use it

A                                    A9min6

To shoot, shoot, nobody

A                                    A9min6

Shoot, shoot, nobody

A                                    A9min6

Shoot, shoot, nobody

E

Nobody down

A                                    A9min6

To shoot, shoot, nobody

A                                    A9min6

Shoot, shoot, nobody

A                                    A9min6

Shoot, shoot, nobody

E

Nobody down

E 7                                           Bmin7

I’ve got a sweet black luger

A                                             E

I do all my talking through her

E 7                                           Bmin7

Got a sweet black luger

A                                             E

But I’m never gonna use her

A                                    A9min6

To shoot, shoot, nobody

A                                    A9min6

Shoot, shoot, nobody

A                                    A9min6

Shoot, shoot, nobody

E

Nobody down

A                                    A9min6

To shoot, shoot, nobody

A                                    A9min6

Shoot, shoot, nobody

A                                    A9min6

Shoot, shoot, nobody

E

Nobody down

Lyrics

I’ve got a sweet black luger
I keep it in my pulpit
Got a sweet black luger
But I’m never gonna use it

To shoot, shoot
Nobody down

I’ve got a sweet black luger
I do all my talking through her
Got a sweet black luger
But I’m never gonna use her

To shoot, shoot
Nobody down

He took to wearing it beneath his robes
Some of the congregation used to joke
He must surely have found a ‘friend’
To fuel the new found fire in the words he spoke
No sense of attrition
Conviction in his mission
A knight and his impenetrable sword
In this, the world’s final hour
You need firepower
to do the work of The Lord

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