The White Stripes
A, B, Bm, C, D, E, Em, G
I'm gonna fight 'em all
A seven-nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
behind a cigarette. And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone. Don't want
to hear about it. Every single one's got a story to tell. Everyone knows about it. From
the queen of England to the hounds of hell and if I catch you coming back my
way I'm gonna serve it to you and that ain't what you wanna hear but that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones says, "Find a home."
I'm gonna Wichita, far from this opera forevermore.
I'm gonna work the straw, make the sweat drip out of every pore.
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding right before my Lord
And all the words are gonna bleed from me and I will sing no more
And the stain's coming from my blood, it says go back home
Go back home