300 Mph Torrential Outpoor Blues chords by The White Stripes

Verse 1:
E          D
I'm bringing back ghosts
D          E
That are no longer there
E          D
I'm getting hard on myself
D           E
Sitting in my easy chair
 A
Well, there's three people in the mirror
G                      E
And I'm wondering which one of them i should choose
E   A
Well, I can't keep from laughing
G                      E
Spitting out these 300 mile per hour out-pour blues

Verse 2:
E           D
I'm breaking my teeth off
D         E
Trying to bite my lip
E                D
There's all kinds of red-headed women
D             E
That I ain't supposed to kiss
A
And it's that color that never fails
G      E
To turn me blue
E  A
So I just swallow it and hold on to it
G                 E
And use it to scare the hell out of you

Verse 3:
E      D
I have a woman
D             E
'Says come and watch me bleed
E                 D
And I'm wondering just how I can do that
D                    E
And still give her everything that she needs
A
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
G              E
And one of them's got to be you
E  A
But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
G                         E
Singing these three hundred mile per hour out-pour blues

Verse 4:
E                    D
Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
D         E
On this winter night
E          D
Every-time you get defensive
D            E
You're just looking for a fight
A
It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem
G             E
With almost anything you'll do
E   A
Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim
G            E
Instead of playing the fool
E                  D
And the roads are covered with a million
D       E
Little molecules
E                        D
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
D               E
With pieces of pencil eraser too
A
Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holding all
G      E
Of my ashes too
E  A
But i can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will i still have these three hundred mile per
G
Hour, finger breaking, no answers making, battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty
           E
Cup torrential out pour blues
E                 D
One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
D                  E
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes