C:  x32010       C:  xx0232 
Bb: x1333x       Bb  x32033 (Bbadd9) 
F:  133211       F:  320033
[Intro]
| C Bb |x4 

[Versetto]
       C    Bb  C 
If you want 
     Bb         C    Bb     C 
I'll sell you a life story 
 Bb     C           Bb    C              Bb           C     Bb  C 
About a man who's a loggerheads with his past all the time 
Bb    C    Bb  C 
He's alive 
    Bb        C    Bb     C  Bb 
and living in purgatory 
         C        Bb         C 
All he's doing is rooming in hotels 
    Bb          C       Bb   C 
And scooping up lots of wine
[Ritornello]
          F      Bb     C      Bb 
There was once a boy of life 
    F      Bb      C      Bb 
Who lived upon the knife 
   F        Bb       C    Bb 
He took his share of everywhere 
       F     Bb     C 
But he never took a wife...
[Versetto]
Bb     C    Bb  C 
He was born 
   Bb          C    Bb    C  Bb 
To live like a mercenary 
     C    Bb      C            Bb 
Well personally I think that's fine 
          C      Bb         C 
If you're in the right mind 
Bb     C Bb  C          Bb        C         Bb  C  Bb 
He was bur - ned by the twentieth century 
    C          Bb          C           Bb 
Now he's doing time in the back of his mind 
       C         Bb 
He can hear them outside
[Ritornello]
       F    Bb     C     Bb 
Better run, rabbit run 
F     Bb     C    Bb 
Run into the sun 
F         Bb           C       Bb 
Kick your heels in the killing fields 
F   Bb     C 
Run rabbit run 
           Bb       C   Bb 
You're the son of a gun
[Ponte]
| C Bb |x8
[Versetto]
       C    Bb  C     Bb               C    Bb    C
He was born        to live like a mercenary
       C    Bb  C     Bb               C    Bb    C
Well personally I think that's fine If you're in the right mind.
[Outro]
F