Happiness Is A Warm Gun

The Beatles

Tom: C
      Am7    Am6       Em9      Em     Am7            Am6    Em9       Em
She's not a girl  who misses much        Du du du du du du      Oh yeah

Dm6                                                              Am
 She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane               
    Dm6                                                    Am
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots
Dm6                                                  Am
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
Dm6                                                    Am
 A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the national trust

Riff 1: A7 C  Am


A7                                                                   A7  A#7  B7  C
I need a fix 'cause I'm goin' down, down to the bits that I left up to________own
C                        A
I need a fix 'cause I'm goin' down

 A7              C  (riff 2)      A7              G  (riff 3)
Mother Superior jump the gun     Mother Superior jump the gun     (x3)

Riff 2:                              Riff 3:

E|-------------------|               E|--------------------|
B|-------------------|               B|--------------------|
G|-----------2-------|               G|--------------------|
D|-------2-5---5-2---|               D|----------2---------|
A|---/3--------------|               A|------2-5---5-2-----|
E|-------------------|               E|---/3-----------3---|

C       Am        F       G    C       Am        F           G
  Happiness is a warm gun        Happiness is a warm gun, mama
C    Am        F      G     C       Am      F          G
When I hold you in my arms   And I feel my finger on your trigger  
C     Am    F              G          C
  I know nobody can do me no harm, because
      Am        F           G
happiness is a warm gun, mama
C      Am        F               G
 Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
Happiness is a warm, yes it is...  
   C         Am     F       G
Gun   (Happiness...   Bang bang, shoot shoot)
                     C    Am        F    G                           C
Don't you know that happiness is a warm gun, mama?  (is a warm gun, yeah)