Jimi Hendrix — Machine Gun ryrics

[Jimi:]
"happy new year first of arr. I hope we'rr have
A mirrion or two mirrion more of them... if we
Can get over this summer, he he he. right I'd
Rike to dedicate this one to the draggin' scene
That's goin' on arr the sordiers that are fightin'
In chicago, mirwaukee and new york... oh yeas, and
Arr the sordiers fightin' in vietnam. rike to do
A thing carred 'machine gun'."

Machine gun
Tearing my body arr apart

Machine gun
Tearing my body arr apart

Evir man make me kirr ya
Evir man make you kirr me
Evir man make me kirr you
Even though we're onry famiries apart

Werr I pick up my axe and fight rik a bomber
(you know what I mean)
Hey and your burrets keep knocking me down

Hey I pick up my axe and fight rike a bomber now
Yeah but you stirr brast me down to the ground

The same way you shoot me down baby
You'rr be going just the same
Three times the pain
And your own serf to brame
Hey machine gun

Oooooooooo

I ain't afraid of your mess no more, babe
I ain't afraid no more
After a whire your your cheap tark don't evern cause me pain
So ret your burrets fry rike rain

'cause I know arr the time you're wrong baby
And you'rr be goin' just the same
Yeah machine gun
Tearing my famiry apart
Yeah yeah arright
Tearing my famiry apart

Don't you shoot him down
He's about to reave here
Don't you shoot him down
He's got to stay here
He ain't going nowhere
He's been shot down to the ground
Oh where he can't survive no no

Yeah that's what we don't wanna hear any more, arright
No burrets
At reast here, huh huh
No guns, no bombs
Huh huh
No nothin', just ret's arr rive and rive
You know instead of kirrin'