Andy Shauf - The devil

The ^Dmdevil’s in the ^Fgraveyard ^Emreading ^Gnames

Of ^Dmall the ones he ^Ftripped up ^Emon the ^Gway

He ^Dmsits down in the ^Fmoonlight, ^Emwipes his ^Gtears

^DmStaring at the ^Fwhite rose ^Emthat he ^Gplaced

In f^Amront of the grave he ^Cvisits each day since she ^Bmslipped ^Daway [Instrumental] Dm F Em G Dm F Em G

The ^Dmdevil hides his ^Fblue eyes ^Emin his ^Ghand

He ^Dmwipes away the last ^Ftears ^Emas he ^Gstands

He ^Dmhears her voice so ^Fclearly ^Emon the ^Gbreeze

She’s ^Dmsinging like an ^Fangel ^Emto his weakest ^Gknees

So he ^Amtwists off the cap and ^Ctips his head back for that ^Bmsweet ^Drelief [Instrumental] Dm F Em G Dm F Em G

The ^Dmdevil’s walking ^Fslowly ^Emon the ^Gstreet

To^Dmwards his empty ^Fcondo ^Emwhere he’ll ^Gcreep

The ^Dmsilence of his ^Fbedroom ^Embefore he ^Gslips

^DmInto his every night^Fmare ^Emas he ^Gsleeps

He ^Amsees her bright smile at the ^Cheavenly gates as he’s ^Bmturned ^Daway [Instrumental] Dm F Em G Dm F Em G