Handguns - Anvil

      [Intro]
A B E F#m
A B D

[Chorus]
A          E   F#m          A           E   C#m
Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the face 
             A    E F#m     A        E    C#m
While this anvil hung, hung over my head patiently waiting

[Verse]
A                               Bm
There's nothing left for us in Denver tonight 
D                              E
Let's finish up the drive and scrape up the rest of our lives
A                        Bm
Feeling nauseous at the thought of trying to rebuild 
D                     E
But it's all that we know and there's a debt to kill

[Chorus]
A          E   F#m          A           E   C#m
Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the face 
             A    E F#m     A        E    C#m
While this anvil hung, hung over my head patiently waiting

[Outro]
A        Bm                   D           E
So much encouragement leaves us thinking we could be the ones
A        Bm                  D                      
So much encouragement leaves us thinking 
A           D               A
Us thinking We could be the ones