300 M.P.H Torrential Outpour Blues - The White Stripes Great Song! Enjoy!!! Please Rate!!! Bass Drum Starts |------------|------------|------------| |------------|------------|------------| D|--6---6--4-----6--6--4--/7p6---|---6--6--4---6--6--4--/7p6--|---6--6--4---6--6--4--/7p6---| E|-0--0---------0--0------------|--0--0------0--0------------|--0--0------0--0------------| e|------------|------------|------------| B|------------|------------|------------| G|------------|------------|------------| D|---6--6--4---6--6--4----|---6-6-6-6-6-6--4--4-4--6--|------------| A|---7--7--5---7--7--5----|---7-7-7-7-7-7--5--5-5--7--|------------| E|--0--0------0--0--------|--0------------|------------| I’m bringing back ghosts That are no longer there I’m gettin’ hard on myself Sittin’ in my easy chair Well there’s three people in the mirror And I’m wonderin’ which one of them I should choose Well I can’t keep from laughin’ Spittin’ out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues (the same chords progression) I’m breakin’ my teeth off Tryin’ to bite my lip There’s all kinds of red-headed women That I ain’t supposed to kiss And it’s that color that never fails To turn me blue So I just swallow it and hold on to it And use it to scare the hell out of you I have a woman ’Says come and watch me bleed And I’m wonderin’ just how I can do that And still give her everything that she needs Well there’s three people in my head that have the answer And one of them’s got to be you But you’re holding tight to it -- the answer Singin’ these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues Put on gloves a tied scarf and wrap up warm On this winter night Everytime you get defensive You’re just looking for a fight It’s safe to sing somebody out there’s got a problem With almost anything you’ll do Well next time they stab you don’t fight back just play the victim Instead of playin’ the fool And the roads are covered with a million Little molecules Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered With pieces of pencil eraser too Well sooner or later the ground’s gonna be holdin’ all Of my ashes too But I can’t help but wonder if after I’m gone will I still have these three hundred mile per hour finger breaking no answers makin’ battered dirty hands bee stung and busted up empty cup torrential outpour blues One thing’s for sure: in that graveyard I’m gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes ************************************ | p Pull-off | / Slide up ************************************