Interpret:

Jimi Hendrix

Album:

Band Of Gypsys

Machine Gun
Tearing my body all apart


Machine Gun, yeah
Tearing my body all apart


Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we’re only families apart


Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer
(You know what I mean)
Hey! And your bullets keep knocking me down


Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer now
Yeah, but you still blast me down to the ground


The same way you shoot me down, baby
You’ll be going just the same
Three times the pain,
and your own self to blame
Hey, Machine Gun


I ain’t afraid of your mess no more, babe
I ain’t afraid no more
After a while, your, your cheap talk don’t even cause me pain,
so let your bullets fly like rain


’Cause I know all the time you’re wrong baby
And you’ll be going just the same
Yeah, Machine Gun
Tearing my family apart
Yeah, yeah, alright
Tearing my family apart


(Don’t you shoot him down)
(He’s ’bout to leave here)
(Don’t you shoot him down)
(He’s got to stay here)
(He ain’t going nowhere)
(He’s been shot down to the ground)
(Oh where he can’t survive, no, no)


Yeah, that’s what we don’t wanna hear anymore, alright?
(No bullets)
At least here, huh huh
(No guns, no bombs)
Huh huh
(No nothin’, just let’s all live and live)
(You know, instead of killin’)


May this be
Love or just
Confusion Born out of
frustration wracked
feelings - of not
being able to
make true physical
love to the
Universal gypsy Queen
True, free expressed music
Darling guitar p