Little Bombs submitted by Robin Duggan [email protected] capo 2 intro: F Am (F)From the 22nd (Am)floor (F)Walking down the (Am)corridor (Dm)Looking out the (Bb)picture window (F)down On Syca(C)more (F)While perspective lines (Am)converge (F)Rows of cars and buses (Am)merge (Dm)All the sweet green (Bb)trees of Atlanta (F)burst Like little (C)bombs Or little (Dm)pom-poms Shaken (Bb)by A careless (F)hand That drives them (C)off And leaves (Dm)again Bb F C (Dm)Life just(Bb)kind of (Dm)empties (C)out (Dm)Less A (Bb)deluge (Dm)than A (C)drought (Dm)Less A (Bb)giant (Dm)mushroom (C)cloud (Dm)Than an unex(Bb)ploded (F)shell Inside A (C)cell Of the Lennox(Dm) Hotel Bb F C On the 22nd floor Found a notice on my door While outside, the sun is shining on Those little bombs Those little pom-poms Life just kind of empties out Less a deluge than a drought Less a giant mushroom cloud Than an unexploded shell Inside a cell Of the Lennox Hotel Bb F C Inside a cell Of the Lennox Hotel Inside a cell Of the Lennox Hotel Inside a cell Of the Lennox Hotel
