Oh I Swear
Bm A F#m
Oh, I swear and I swear and I swear
G
That my hearts not in it
Bm A F#m
I can deadpan as dead as I can
G
But my hearts not in it
Em7 Bm
What little of yours, what little of mine
A Bm
And well get by
Like jailbirds locked in a cell
We go well together
Like a marriage arranged in hell
We go well together
Cruel poverty is the tie that binds
And well get by
G F#m
Cant run in a dead end street
G F#m
Cant run in a dead end street
G F#m
No wings upon your feet
Bm G
All your dreams are shackled to the ground (repeat)
And it couldnt be love
And it couldnt be love
Oh it couldnt be love
Oh it couldnt be love
What little of yours, what little of mine
And well get by
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
