Drive-By Truckers - Gangstabilly

****Almost ALL DBT songs are played a FULL step down in tuning(DGCFAD), as such... all these tabs assume that you are in this tuning, the chord names simply refer to the the actual key)**** WIFE BEATER Then one night he’s drinking lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff) © 1998 Soul Dump Music written on Elvis’ birthday 1/8/97 at the grocery store dedicated with love to the great Tammy Wynette Alabama Music Hall of Fame inductee back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ DEMONIC POSSESSION (chorus) Demonic Possession His court’s in session I sign my confession Demonic Possession It was raining on the day she told me them things that fella sold me Mama wasn’t there to scold me No prison or cell could hold me I still recall the date I’z probably about eight when I sealed my fate You honor I rightly state (repeat chorus) Suddenly I had a foot hold I became such a butthole I don’t need nobody consoling me No one but the devil controlling me I can kick ass and talk backward I hang out with a whole bunch of slackers and I know I can get some help from him I listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin (repeat chorus) I got so much money I don’t need smarts My records are flying to the top of the charts and I’m eating in all those fancy restaurants and Hanging out with Sam Phillips and I owe it all to him Oh, the shape I’m in The devil says the only thing that’s buggin him is Hell’s filling up with Republicans (repeat chorus twice) lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, Sell) © 1998 Soul Dump Music written in august 1996 during G.O.P. convention recorded july 21, 1997 back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ THE TOUGH SELL "She’s a beaute, yes sir she is" said EZ DAN, fifty five, a bad age, smelling of Brute from Fabrege’ and sweat EZ DAN don’t bathe a lot these days (and why the hell should he anyway?) "She’s got a few miles on her, but then again, who don’t?" he said with a slight chuckle, the recent Binaca Blast still lingering on his breath, "and besides, them’s highway miles" I shifted my weight from one foot to the other it certainly wasn’t the car of my dreams, but the price was right and EZ DAN assured me the mid 70’s were a particularly nice period for Chrysler products in general "and this one is a Volare’" and besides, finally having an eight-track means I can play all them tapes I ain’t been able to listen to since high-school so we stuffed EZ DAN’s body in the trunk and hauled ass out of town but somewhere just past the middle of nowhere the fuel pump blew and the oil pump too, and the piston rods hurled straight through the engine block dropping oil, gasoline, water, and anti-freeze onto the Alabama red clay below Ain’t that a bitch? I ain’t never been lucky with love lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, and Sell) ©1998 Soul Dump Music written spring 96 recorded 7/21/97 dedicated to the Quadrajets 187 / 10-4 back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ THE LIVING BUBBA The A chord used in this song is Asus2 as best as I can tell. -3-- -3-- -2-- -2-- -0-- -X-- Intro: Cadd9 , Em7 --3------3----| --3------3----| --0------0----| --2------2----| --3------2----| ---------0----| lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff) ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ LATE FOR CHURCH Transcription by Dan Reppert INTRO F C X2 INSTRUMENTAL PART F C C B C (Root Notes only) D F C G G lyrics by Adam Howell/Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers � 1998 Soul Dump Music (BMI) __________________________________________________________________________________ PANTIES IN YOUR PURSE (chords pulled from altcountrytab.com) Stuff was flying out of the window falling and breaking on the pavement underneath He’s screaming at you, red faced and fuming He’d come home early, parked his car way up the street You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse it was ten a.m. and all the neighbors heard him calling you a whore and a tramp you just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground Solo Break He got a lawyer, you got a bottle He got the children and you moved in with your mama She fixes breakfast and lets you drive her car she don’t care how late you call to tell her where you are Y’all still fight and she still nags you some but somehow it’s different now than when you were young It’s your own damn fault you been threw hell for one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself __________________________________________________________________________________ WHY HENRY DRINKS Intro : A, E, D ---------------0--2-----| ----3----------0--3-----| -2--2--2-------0--2-----| -2--2--2--4-2--1--0-----| -2-----2-------2--------| -0-------------2--------| ---------------0--------| lost it on the way now I’m hating what we found Daddy needs his medicine to keep his hands off Mama’s throat lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff) ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ 18 WHEELS OF LOVE Intro: G, D, Cadd9 G, D, Cadd9 G, D, Cadd9, D Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt Peterbilt He is making her give life another stab They can see the world from way up in the cab Mama ran off with a trucker........... Peterbilt Peterbilt She can quit her job and be his little bride He can get a local route and stay home by her side She can fix him roast beast and sweet potato pie He can eat a lot of it cuz he’s a big ole guy They got married in Dollywood (by a Porter Waggoner lookalike) 18 Wheels of Love for Mom and Chester, on the occasion of their marriage, July 1994 lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ STEVE MCQUEEN (chords and tab by Travis Kilgore from altcountrytab.com) The G and C chords that the band uses are the ones where you keep your pinkie finger on fret of the E string and your ring finger on the third fret of the B string, and only raise the root up a string to change from G to C. (Sorry if that’s confusing, but I don’t know the names of those chords. Like and Cadd9 or something odd like that.) E------------------------------------------------------------------------------3--| B------------------------------------------------------------------------------3--| G---------------- 4---4--------------------------------------------------------0--| D----2-(slide)5------------——--------------------------------------------------0--|(Keep this G) A-------------------------0—2—5—2--5----0--7--0—5---0---2---0------------------2--| E------------------------------------------------------------------------------3--| NOTE ON THE ABOVE (AND BELOW) SOLO TAB: I’ve watched Patterson Hood play this song times, and this tab is damn near on the money. The biggest difference between this and the way he plays is that he starts the solo at the 7th fret of the A string (and changes the location of the second two notes accordingly), I start it at the 2nd fret of the D string. It’s just a question of which way you are more comfortable playing it, but notes are the same either way. In fact, I will tab out the second solo to begin the way Patterson plays it so you can for yourself. (INTRO/CHORUS) (G) C G D G Steve Mc-Queen, Steve Mc-Queen C G D C G D C G C G D Steve McQueen... (Repeat Chorus) C G D C G D Steve McQueen…(Repeat Chorus) C G D C… G… D……. He fucked Faye Dunaway and he fucked Ali McGraw (Suddenly the scene turns slow and somber, as a campfire harp plays in the background. On the album version of this song, the guitar here just plays the root note of the chord during this verse. For my acoustic rendition I simply strum each chord once during the first two lines, then strum the chords SLOWLY and SADLY on the third line. Then, sometimes I do the same on the fourth line, and sometimes I sing it acapella. I will include the just in case you wish to strum it.) C G D E--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3-----| B--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3-----| G---------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------0-----| playing this G again) A----5---7-(slide)10------------0—2—5—2--5----0--7--0—5---0---2---0---------------------2----| E---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3----| (G) C G D G Steve Mc-Queen, Steve Mc-Queen C G D C G D C G D (Then really WAIL the last line…) STEEEEEEVE MAAAAAACQUEEEEEEEEN!!!! (Then just beat the hell out of G for the outtro…) (c) 1998 Soul Dump Music dedicated to my grandfather W. M. Patterson (Mesothelioma is a rare cancer of the lining of the lung caused by exposure to asbestos. mortality rate is known to be extremely high.) __________________________________________________________________________________ BUTTHOLEVILLE ------------------| ------------------| ------------------| -22---2--22---2---| -00-3-0--00-3-0---| ------------------| A Tired of living in Buttholeville Tired of my job and my wife Lucille Working down at Billy Bob’s Bar and Grille The food here tastes like the way I feel There’s a beach somewhere where the water’s are still Gonna lay in the sun till my skin peals lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Adam’s House Cat (Cooley, Cahoon, Hood, Tremblay) ©1990 Cat House Music (ASCAP) additional music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, and Stacy) ©1998 Soul Dump Music originally written in July 1988 a lot of folks back home really take issue with (and to a large extent misunderstand) song. back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ SANDWICHES FOR THE ROAD All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road lay them out across the dash in the August sun and if they turn green don’t be afraid nothing can hurt you but yourself nothing can hurt you but yourself I been given to visions from time to time (Mighty fields of vision) and the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes Go ahead, point it at me, I ain’t scared nothing can hurt you but yourself nothing can hurt you but yourself and if you see me on the street and if I whop you on the head you probably got it coming and if you hit me back, we’ll call it even, but I ain’t going down easy cuz my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama. So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette something’s gonna get us yet Cuz I got ashes in my throat and I ain’t got no vote it’s just the way I stand myself nothing can hurt you but yourself nothing can hurt you but yourself lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff) ©1998 Soul Dump Music written for and dedicated to the great Eddie Hinton (His masterpiece, “Very Extremely Dangerous” is now available on Capricorn Records. Fidelity has also recently released “Letters From Mississippi” and it is very fine.) Thanks to Johnny “Sailcat” Wyker, Wayne Perkins, Dick Cooper, and Jimmy Johnson for the folklore.