Gm   3 5 5 3 3 3
Eb   x 6 5 3 4 3
Bb   x 1 3 3 3 1
Dm   x 5 7 7 6 5
D    x x 0 2 3 2
Cm   x 3 5 5 4 3

[Intro]

Gm   Eb   Bb   Bb


[Verse 1]
Gm
Let it burn...
Eb                                       Bb
Leave them smoke and take the cash, then hurry back.
        Gm
And go tell your mother:
Eb                               Bb              Bb
From the start a hungry heart is doomed to break.


[Pre-Chorus]
             Dm               Gm
Gold will be gold. For we get old,
             Eb              Bb
When we can still be really dumb,
               Dm                 Gm
And leave no trace, lie to their face.
                D              N.C.
And we'll just bite our tongue.


[Chorus]
       Eb
I know one day they would put us
           Bb
Those six feet below the ground,
        Dm                              Gm
And by then all that is left are memories.
                   Eb
So let's give them one hell of a story,
          Bb
Put your foot right on the gun,
              Dm                    Gm
And they can call us: Thelma and Louise.


[Verse 2]
Gm
And in the flames
   Eb                                 Bb        Bb
I swear I've heard a mockingbird calling my name.
     Gm
And from the dark
Eb                                      Bb             Bb
Something new will come on through and rise again.


[Pre-Chorus]
             Dm               Gm
Gold will be gold. For we get old,
             Eb              Bb
When we can still be really dumb,
            Dm                       Gm
We are like brothers, don't tell the others,
           D            N.C.
You know: mum's the word.


[Chorus]
       Eb
I know one day they would put us
           Bb
Those six feet below the ground,
        Dm                              Gm
And by then all that is left are memories.
                   Eb
So let's give them one hell of a story,
          Bb
Put your foot right on the gun,
              Dm                    Gm
And they can call us: Thelma and Louise.


[Bridge]
Eb   Bb   Dm   Gm (2x)


[Pre-Chorus]
N.C.          Eb              Gm
Gold will be gold. For we get old,
Dm                           Eb
When we can still be really dumb,
              Cm                  Gm
And leave no trace, lie to their face.
            D            N.C
We'll just bite our tongue.


[Chorus]
       Eb
I know one day they would put us
           Bb
Those six feet below the ground,
        Dm                              Gm
And by then all that is left are memories.
                   Eb
So let's give them one hell of a story,
          Bb
Put your foot right on the gun,
              Dm                    Gm
And they can call us: Thelma and Louise.

[Outro]
Eb   Bb   Dm   Gm
                   Eb
So let's give them one hell of a story,
          Bb
Put your foot right on the gun,
              Dm                   Gm
And they can call us Thelma and Louise.