I Feel Like a Bullet (In the Gun of Robert Ford) I Feel Like a Bullet (In the Gun of Robert Ford) Eu me sinto como uma Bala (In the Gun of Robert Ford) Elton John Elton John Elton John (Ann Orson/Carte Blanche) (Ann Orson/Carte Blanche) (Ann Orson/Carte Blanche) -The B-side of "Grow Some Funk of Your Own". Both songs received airplay and -The B-side of "Grow Some Funk of Your Own". Both songs received airplay and shared the peak position of #14 on the Billboard chart. shared the peak position of #14 on the Billboard chart. - O lado B de "Faça algum Funk Próprio" .Ambas as canções são recebidas F.Y.I.: Robert Ford was the man who shot outlaw, Jesse James F.Y.I.: Robert Ford was the man who shot outlaw, Jesse James e compartilhadas a posição de 14º no mapa de quadro de avisos. Like a corn in a field I cut you down Like a corn in a field I cut you down I threw the last punch too hard I threw the last punch too hard F.Y.I.: Robert Ford era o homem que atira, Jesse James After years of goin' steady, well I thought that it was time After years of goin' steady, well I thought that it was time To throw in my hand for a new set of cards To throw in my hand for a new set of cards Como se arranca o milho no campo, eu feri você And I can't take you dancin' out on the weekend And I can't take you dancin' out on the weekend Dei o último golpe forte demais I figured we'd painted too much of this town I figured we'd painted too much of this town Depois de anos de estabilidade, achei que era hora And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon De trocar as cartas na minha mão e jogar novas partidas And I knew then I had lost what should have been fou-nd And I knew then I had lost what should have been fou-nd I knew then I had lost what should have been found I knew then I had lost what should have been found Não vou lhe levar pra dançar no fim-de-semana Chorus: Chorus: Acho que já aprontamos demais nesta cidade And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford E tentei não olhar quando andava para o meu furgão I'm low as a paid assassin is I'm low as a paid assassin is E sabia ali, que perdera o que devia encontrar You know I'm cold as a hired sword You know I'm cold as a hired sword Eu soube ali, que perdi o que devia encontrar I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up I'm so ashamed, can't we patch it up You know I can't think straight no more You know I can't think straight no more Refrão: You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun You make me feel like a bullet, honey, in the gun In the gun of Robert Ford In the gun of Robert Ford E eu me sinto como uma bala no revólver de Robert Ford Like a child when his toys have been stepped on Like a child when his toys have been stepped on Sou baixo como um assassino de aluguel That's how it all seemed to me That's how it all seemed to me Você sabe que sou frio como uma espada I burst the bubble that both of us lived in I burst the bubble that both of us lived in Sinto muita vergonha de não podermos manter o passo And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel Não consigo mais pensar direito And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man Você faz-me sentir como uma bala, querida, no revólver Your friends and mine don't call no more Your friends and mine don't call no more do Robert Ford Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded Breaking up is sometimes like breakin' the law Breaking up is sometimes like breakin' the law Igual a uma criança que tem seus brinquedos destruídos Breaking up is sometimes like breakin' the law Breaking up is sometimes like breakin' the law Era assim que tudo me parecia (Chorus) (Chorus) Estourei a bolha em que ambos vivíamos (Long instrumental break) (Long instrumental break) E que eu me dane, se um dia me livrar da culpa que sinto (Chorus) (Chorus) From: "David Hayman" <[email protected]> From: "David Hayman" <[email protected]> E se olhar matasse, então eu seria um homem morto Seus amigos e os meus não ligam mais