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WHERE THE DEVIL DON'T STAY E
My EDaddy played poker on a stump in the woods Gback in his younger days ProhibiAtion was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the wEoods where my Daddy stayed EJugs and jars from shiners, these old bGoys here, they ain't miners They Acame from the twenty-niners It didn't take a Ehole in the ground to put the bottom in their face
E, G, A, E E, G, A, E Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end Trap a wildcat and take his skin Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole One hand on the jug but you never do know D, A, C, G
DSon come running AYou better come quick CThis rotgut moonshine is Gmaking me sick DYour Mama called the law and they're gonna Atake me away CDown so far even the DGevil won't stay
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul I can hear him rattling the chains on the door He couldn't get in I could see he tried Through the shadows of the cage around the forty watt light Daddy tell me another story Tell me about the lows and the highs Tell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth or a lie Tell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go mad With the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in their hand My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back when the world was gray Before black and white went and chose up sides and gave a little bit of both their way The only blood that's any cleaner is the blood that's blue or greener Without either you just get meaner and the blood you gave gives you away Lyrics by Mike Cooley and Ed Cooley (based on a poem by Ed Cooley) / Music by Drive-By Truckers © Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) / The Minor Hill Singers: Jason Isbell, Kimberly Morgan Shonna Tucker __________________________________________________________________________________ TORNADOES Make an E chord, then move it up to the B and A position as listed below: B variation E-0 B-0 G-8 D-9 A-9 E-0 A variation E-0 B-0 G-6 D-7 A-7 E-0 (E)Clouds started forming, (B)5:00 PM. (A)Funnel clouds touched down 5 miles (E)north of Russellville... repeat through verse... the other part for the "pieces of that truckstop" part is something like this: --------------------------0-----------| -----------------------------3--------| ---------------------0---------0------| ---------------2-------2----------0---| ------0-2-3------3--------------------| 0-3-----------------------------------| __________________________________________________________________________________ THE DAY JOHN HENRY DIED
I Gwatched the rain; it sDettled in. We Cadd9disappeared for dEm7ays again. GMost of us were sDtaying in, lCadd9azy like the Gsky. GThe letters flew aDcross the wire Cadd9filtered through a miEm7llion liars. The Gwhole world smelled like Dburning tires the Cadd9day John Henry Gdied.
We knew about that big machine that ran on human hope and steam. Bets on John were far between and mostly on the side. We heard he put up quite a fight. His hands and feet turned snowy white. That hammer rang out through the night the day John Henry died.
When John HEm7enry was a lCadd9ittle bitty bGaby D nobEm7ody ever Cadd9taught him how to rGead D but he Em7knew the perfect Cadd9way to hold a haGmmer D was the Cadd9way the railroad baron held the dAmeed.
It didn't matter if he won, if he lived, or if he'd run. They changed the way his job was done. Labor costs were high. That new machine was cheap as hell and only John would work as well, so they left him laying where he fell the day John Henry died. John Henry was a steel-driving bastard but John Henry was a bastard just the same. An engine never thinks about his daddy and an engine never needs to write its name. So pack your bags, we're headed west and L.A. ain't no place to rest. You'll need some sleep to pass the test, so get some on the flight and say your prayers John Henry Ford 'cause we don't need your work no more. You should have known the final score the day John Henry died. Jason Isbell © House of Fame Music (BMI) __________________________________________________________________________________ PUTTIN' PEOPLE ON THE MOON I found this one on allcountrytabs, but I didn't see an author. If you need credit for please let us know. Em
Mary Em Alice had a baby and he looked just like I did We got Em married on a Monday and I been working ever since Every Am week down at the Ford Plant but now they say they're shutting down God Damned Em Reagan in the White House and no one there gives a damn Double Am Digit unemployment, TVA be shutting soon While Em over there in Huntsville, They puttin' people on the moon
So I Em took to runnin' numbers for this man I used to know And I Em sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow Am I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by Ain’t it Em tough to make a living but a man just got to try If I Am died in Colbert County, Would it make the evening news? They too Em busy blowin' rockets, Puttin' people on the moon
[C] [C/B] [Am] [Em]
Mary C Alice quit C/B askin' why I Am do the things I Em do I ain't C sayin' that she C/B likes it, but what Am else I'm gonna Em do? If I could C solve the world's C/B problems, Probably Am start with hers and Em mine But they can put a C man on the C/B moon And I'm Am stuck down here just scraping by
Mary Em Alice got cancer just like everybody here Seems Em everyone I know is gettin' cancer every year And we Am can't afford no insurance, I been 10 years unemployed So she Em didn't get no chemo so our lives was destroyed And Am nothin' ever changes, the cemetery gets more full And Em over there in Huntsville, even NASA's shut down too
Another Em Joker in the White House, said a change was comin' round But I'm Em workin' at The Wal Mart and Mary Alice, in the ground And Am all them politicians, they’re all lyin' sacks of **** They say Em better days upon us but it’s sucking left hind tit And the Am preacher on the TV says it ain't too late for me But I Em bet he drives a Cadillac and I'm broke with some hungry mouths to feed
[C] [C/B] [Am] [Em] 2X
And I C wish I'z still an C/B outlaw, was a Am better way of Em life I could C clothe and feed my C/B family Still have Am time to love my Em pretty wife C C/B Am Em And if you C say I'm being C/B punished. Ain’t got Am better things to Em do? Turnin' C mountains into C/B oceans Puttin' Am people on the Em moon [C] [C/B] [Am] [Em] Turnin' mountains into oceans Puttin' people on moon OUT over D slide to Emhe moon
Patterson Hood / Drive-By Truckers (I-24E and I-75S Nashville to Atlanta - 11/19/2003) © Dump Music (BMI) Piano - David Barbe __________________________________________________________________________________ CARL PERKINS' CADILLAC Notes: I'm not sure of the names of some of these chords, but I can correct them if I'm wrong. The F#/G thing is the chord when you move your finger to the 2nd fret of the low E while playing G. Same thing with the B/C. The C chord is the one that you make while pressing the 3rd of the high E and B strings... Also, this song is tuned down a whole step, as are most of their songs... G F#/G Em D G F#/G Em D G F#/G Em Life ain't nothin' but a blendin' up all the ups and downs
Damn it, Elvis, don't you Cknow? You made your mama so Dproud. G F#/G Em Before you ever made that record, before there ever was a Sun Before you ever lost that CCadillac, the Carl Perkins Done.
G F#/G Em D (2x) G F#/G Em Mr. Phillips found ol' Johnny Cash when he was high
high before he ever Ctook those pills and he's still too proud to Ddie.
G F#/G Em Mr. Phillips never said anything behind nobody's back
like damn it Elvis, don't he Cknow? He ain't no Johnny DCash
C B/C A F#/ Mr. Phillips was the only man that Jerry Lee still would call sir
I just wish Mr. EmPhillips did all of y'all, bout aDs good as you deserved He Cdid just what he said he's B/Cgonna do A G F#/G and the money came in sacks. New conEmtracts and DCarl Perkins' Cadillac
I got friends in Nashville, or at least they're folks I know Nashville is where you go to see if what they said is so Carl drove his brand new Cadillac to Nashville and he went downtown This time they promised him a Grammy He turned his Cadillac around Mr. Phillips never blew enough hot air to need a little gold plated paperweight He promised him a Cadillac and put the wind in Carl's face He did just what he said he was gonna do and the money came in sacks New contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac Dammit Elvis, I swear son I think it's time you came around Making money you can't spend ain't what being dead's about You gave me all but one good reason not to do all the things you did Now Cadillacs are fiberglass, if you were me you'd call it quits Mike Cooley / Drive-By Truckers © Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) 12 String Electric Hagstrom Guitar - Jason Isbell __________________________________________________________________________________ THE SANDS OF IWO JIMA (I think I found this one on panicfreaks.org. If you need credit for it, please let us know. Not sure if I am calling these Em chords by the right name so here is how I finger them, to high: Em/G- 020033 E/Bm7- 020032 [Em/G] [E/Bm7] [D] [Am] 2X
George Em/G A. was at the E/Bm7 movies in D December '4 Am 1 They Em/G announced it in the E/Bm7 lobby what had D just gone Am on Em/G He drove up from E/Bm7 Birmingham back D to the family's Am farm Thought he'D [Em/G] get him A de[E/Bm7]ferment There was D much work to be Am done He was a Em/G family man, E/Bm7 D even in those Am days But Em/G Uncle Sam deE/Bm7cided he was D needed any Am way Em/G In the South PaE/Bm7cific over D half a world Am away He beEm/Glieved in God and E/Bm7 Country, things was D just that Am way Just that [F] way [G] [Em/G] [Am] - [Em/G] [Am]
When F I was just a kid I G spent every weekend On the Em/G farm that he grew up on so I Am guess so did I And we'd F stay up watching movies on the G black and white TV We watched Em/G "The Sands of Iwo Jima" starring Am John Wayne
[Em/G] [E/Bm7] [D] [Am] 2X [Em/G] Every year in [E/Bm7] June George A. goes to A [Am] reunion
Of the Em/G men that he E/Bm7 served with And their D wives and kids and Am grandkids My Great Em/G Uncle used to E/Bm7 take me and I'd D watch them reAmcollect about some Em/G things I E/Bm7 couldn't compreDhend Am
And I F thought about that movie, asked G if it was that way He just Em/G shook his head and smiled at me in Am such a loving way As he F thought about some friends he will G never see again He said "I Em/G never saw John Wayne on the Am sands of Iwo Jima"
[Em/G] [E/Bm7] [D] [Am] 4X
Most Em/G of those men are E/Bm7 gone now but he goes D still every Am year And Em/G George A's still doing E/Bm7 fine, D especially for his Am years He's still Em/G living on that E/Bm7 homestead in the D house that he was Am born in And I Em/G sure wish I could E/Bm7 go see him toDday Am
He F never drove a new car though he could G easily afford it He'd just Em/G buy one for the family and take what Am ever no one wanted He said a F shiny car didn't mean much after G all the things he'd seen George Em/G A. never saw John Wayne on the Am sands of Iwo Jima Em/G Am repeat 1X
Patterson Hood / Drive-By Truckers (October 19, 2003) © Soul Dump Music (BMI) Banjos - Mike Cooley / Fender Rhodes - David Barbe / Harmonica - Mike Cooley __________________________________________________________________________________ DANKO / MANUEL Let the night air cool you off. Tilt your head back and try to cough. Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw. Let the night air cool you off. I ain't living like I should. A little rest might do me good. Got to sinking in the place where I once stood. Now I ain't living like I should. Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold. Maybe I can only hear it in my head. Fifteen years ago we owned that road now it's rolling over us instead. Richard Manuel is dead. God forbid you call their bluff. Like the nightmares ain't enough. Remember when we used to think that we were tough? God forbid you call their bluff. First they make you out to be the only pirate on the sea. Then they say Danko would have sounded just like me. "Is that the man you want to be?" Can you hear that song? It sounds like gold. Maybe I could make it bigger overseas. Fifteen years ago we owned this road now it only gives us somewhere else to leave. Something else you can't believe. Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold. Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave singin' where to reap and when to sow when you've found another home you have to leave. Something else you can't believe. Jason Isbell © House Of Fame Music (BMI) Mellophones and Fender Rhodes - Jason Isbell __________________________________________________________________________________ BOYS FROM ALABAMA (chords submitted by William Montgomery) Intro – Em7 G Asus2 Cadd9
Em7Well, they caught you smokinGg grass and the judge threw the book I Asus2can see a lCadd9ittle opportunism in your look You can take it from me, boy You can take it from a crook I got friends on the inside and friends on the outside They'll sneak up beside you so keep on their good side
Em7I can see you sGtanding there, staring down at your shoes ThAsus2inking about yoCadd9ur Mom and Dad and wondering what to do Well you best look inside yourself, boy, we're all watching you We got friends in jail who will see you through Boy, don't forget, no matter what you do
GDon't piss off the Boys from Alabama Asus2You know theyCadd9 won't let it slide GThey might find your body in the Tennessee River Asus2or they mightCadd9 not find you at all GThere'll be no place to run and hide Asus2and your famiCadd9ly ain't safe at all GDon't piss off the Boys from Alabama Asus2We're keepingCadd9 an eye on you
Em7Keeping an Geye on Asus2you Cadd9 GDon't piss off the Boys from Alabama Asus2Better takeCadd9 it like a man Ain't nobody gonna stick anything up your ass If you remember who your friends are We got good help down in Franklin County They'll hunt you like a dog You can take your fall or lose it all The choice is up to you
(to outro) Em walk up to C (Em, F#, G, C) I wouldn't piss off the Boys from Alabama if I was you Patterson Hood / Drive-By Truckers © Soul Dump Music (BMI) Wurlitzer - Jason Isbell / B3 - David Barbe / Banjo - Mike Cooley / Auto Parts - The Line Chain Gang __________________________________________________________________________________ COTTONSEED (Thanks to Alec Riedl for sending this one). Tune down full step and drop E string to C Intro: Dm C Dm hammer the high e (actually d) string for accents throughout
DmI came to tell my story to all these Fyoung and eager Cminds CTo look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright Dmeyes Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true Greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze
It's been a while since I put on a suit of my own clothes And even longer since I cast my shadow on a church house door They say every sin is deadly but I believe they may be wrong I'm guilty of all seven and I don't feel too bad at all
GI used to have a wad of hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of my suit CI had a .45 underneath my coat and another one in my Dmboot I drove a big ole Cadillac, bought a new one anytime I pleased And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed
I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the state I mentioned But a man like me don't do no time too hard to come back from The meanest of the mean, I see you lock away and toss the key But they're all just loud mouth punks to me, I've scraped meaner off my shoe Somewhere, I ain't saying, there's a hole that holds a judge The last one that I dug myself And I must admit I was sad to lay him in it, but I did the best I could Once his Honor grows a conscience, well folks, that there just ain't no good
There's a pDmretty girl out there said "DaFddy, you stay cGool tonight CAll I need from B/Cyou is to come home and Abe here by my Dmside Say what yoDmu gotta say to shut their BiFbles and their Gmouths If they Cwas to tie a B/Cnoose, they'd have to Alay their Bibles dDmown"
I ain't here to save no souls and even if I could I could never save enough to put back half the ones I took So if they rest in torment you can't say it's cause of me They'd long been bought and paid for like that fool's in Tennessee Mike Cooley / Drive-By Truckers © Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) __________________________________________________________________________________ THE BUFORD STICK (The Legend of Sheriff Buford Pusser) Play this 3x, then add C and G chords at the end. (C and G chords are repeated right before the verse). -----------0--| -----------0--| 22-2-4-2-0-2--| 22-2-4-2-0-2--| 00-0---0---2--| -----------0--|
ANow Sheriff Buford Pusser's gotten tEmoo big for his britches AWith his book reviews and movie dEmeals ADown at the car lot making public aEmppearances CFor breaking up our homes and Gstills AI know he likes to brag how he wEmrestled a bear ABut I knew him from the funeralEm home AAsk him for a warrant, he'll sayEm "I keep it in my shoe" CThat son of a bitch has got to Ggo CThat son of a bitch has got to Ggo
Now they lined up around the block to see that movie And crying for his ambushed wife Marveling about about shot eight times and stabbed seven Some folks can't take a hint They say he didn't take no crap from the State Line Gang What the hell they talking bout? I'm just a hard workingman with a family to feed And he made my daughter cry Said he made my daughter cry
C"Watch out Dfor Buford!" is Gwhat they keep on telling me But to mCe he's just another crookeDd lawman up in TGennessee He gets a new hCot car to kDeep us on our toes And that Em7ridiculous stick where the pCress corp. goes And some big time Hollywood aDctors playing him on the bGig screen
"Watch out for Buford! He's shutting down our stills and whores" But it ain't like he's all that different from what was there before It wouldn't take my man long to do the job Just a partially sawed through steering rod And I wouldn't have to worry about the good Sheriff anymore Now the funeral's got'em lined up for twenty blocks No one liked that SOB when he's alive But the ruckus he began keeps a spreadin' like a wildfire Not sure if I'm gonna survive Hit an embankment doing 120 on a straight-away The Lord works in mysterious ways They'll probably make another movie, glorifying what he done But I'll never have to hear them say I'll never have to hear them say Watch out for Buford Patterson Hood / Drive-By Truckers © Soul Dump Music (BMI) __________________________________________________________________________________ DADDY'S CUP Mike Cooley / Drive-By Truckers (chords submitted by jstirk@tampabay.rr.com) E o221oo G 32oo33 A xo22oo These variations of the chords, D xxo23o seem to sound the best ... have FUN! B x244xx E A G E
EWell before I could walk, I hadG a wrench in my hand I was my Mama'As little angel and my Daddy's second chance
He went end over end theG first year he went pro E A EAnd he lost part of his eyesight and he couldn't race no more
EBut he never lost his touch when he gGot under a hood He knew hoAw to make them run and he knew one day he would
See his name in victory lane and Gengraved on that cup E A EJust like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood
DHe would put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel He'd say A"What do you think about that Ason? GHow doesE she feel?
EYou just wait till them little legs get Glong enough to reach the gas Once you Aput her on the floor one time there Aain't noG turningE bacAk&GquEot;
EEvery Saturday, he'd take me out Gto the garage He'd takeA an empty bucket and fill it full of engine parts
He's sit me down and pour em out in Gfront of me on the floor E A EI'd have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for
EWe'd jump in his old car andG go down to the race that night He'd tell me Awhat each driver was doing wrong and what each one did right
He could always pick the winner Gbefore they ever took a curve #3 Emight have the car but 43 has got the nerve A G E
DBut before I turned 18 Daddy said "Now pretty soon You'll be Aold enough to race but I'm gonna Aleave itG up to Eyou
EI taught you all about it, taught Gyou everything I know You gotta have a Acar to do it and you gotta Awork and Gbuy yourE ownA&qGuoEt;
A A G E
A B G E A G E (walk down)
EThe first one I bought Gwas a Mustang #2 Nobody kept'emA any longer than they kept a pair of shoes
They started showing up at every Gused car lot in town A V-8E on a go-cart, easy terms, no money down A G E
EMe and Daddy and my uncle took her homeG and we tore her down ChAecked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out
Took out all the seats, pulled the Gcarpet off the floor EKnocked out all the glass and welded up the doors A G E
DWell the first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame I started Aout way in the back and came back aAbout Gthe Esame
EI pulled her in the pit, couldn't look my GDaddy in the eye He said &Aquot;If you quit now son, it's gAonna hauntG you all Eyour life"
ESee it ain't about the money or eGven being #1 You gotta know Awhen it's all over you did the best you could've done
And knowing that it's in you and Gyou never let it out E A EIs worse than blowing any engine or any wreck you'll ever have
ESince then I've wrecked a bunch of cars and I've Gbroke a bunch of bones It's anybody's Arace out there and I've learned to run my own
I'd shove em in the wall and GI'd hit em from behind E GI'Ed let them know that I was there, I'd let them know that track was mine
DIt's been several years now since my Daddy passed away But his Apicture's on my dash every Atime IG go to Erace
EI lost more than I won but I aGin't gonna give up Till they Aput me in the ground or Daddy's Aname's Gon that Ecup
A A G E
A B G E A G E (walk down) ___________________________________________________________
NEVER GONNA CHANGE Em7, D, Cadd9 Em7 D Cadd9
Let this be a lesson Asus2to you Cadd9girl: Don't come around where you know you don't belong. Em7 D Cadd9 They'Em7re riding onAsus2 the avenue and Cadd9probably coming after you and they all look mean and strong. Em7Mean and strong like liquDor. Cadd9 Em7Mean and strong like fear.Asus2 Cadd9 Em7 D Cadd9 Em7 Strong like the peoAsus2ple from SoCadd9uth Alabama and mean like the people from here. Cadd9Take it from me??D? We aiAsus2n't never gonna change. Em7
Daddy used to empty out his shotgun shells and fill 'em full of black-eyed peas. He'd aim real low and tear out your ankles or rip right through your knees. There ain't much traffic on the highway. There ain't much traffic on the lake. The ATF and the ABI got everything they could take. Take it from me… They didn't take it from me.
Em7We ain't never gonna changeD. Asus2 We ain't doin' nothin' wrong.
We ain't never gonna change so shut your mouth and play along. I thought about going in the army. I thought about going overseas. I wouldn't have trouble with a piss test; only problem is my bad left knee. My brother got picked up at Parker's, got him a ride in a new Crown Vic. They said that he was movin' on a federal level but they couldn't really make it stick. Take it from me… We ain't never gonna change. We ain't doin' nothin' wrong. We ain't never gonna change so shut your mouth and play along. You can throw me in the Colbert County jailhouse. You can throw me off the Wilson Dam but there ain't much difference in the man I wanna be and the man I really am. We ain't never gonna change. Jason Isbell © House of Fame Music (BMI) __________________________________________________________________________________ LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN This is a general idea of the main riff and stuff during the verses. Play it with some feeling... ---------------------------| ---------------------------| ---------------------------| ---------------------------| 3-2---2---2-2---2-2---2----| ----3-0-3-0-0-3-0-0-3-0----| If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain No more for my soul to keep I wonder who will drive my car I wonder if my Mom will weep If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain No more pain my soul to bare No more worries about paying taxes What to eat, what to wear Who will end up with my records? Who will end up with my tapes? Who will pay my credit card bills? Who's gonna pay for my mistakes? Main riff repeats [ the other chords in the instrumental break are F and G] If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain who will ever hear my songs? Who's gonna mow the cemetery when all of my family's gone? Who will Mom and Daddy find to continue the family name? Who will stand there taking credit, who will lay there passing blame? Who will lay there passing blame? Patterson Hood / Drive-By Truckers © Soul Dump Music (BMI) Originally written for Adam's Cat - Summer 1990. Backing Vocals - David Barbe and Jason Isbell __________________________________________________________________________________ GODDAMN LONELY LOVE **** This one is in standard tuning**** Am C G (repeat for each line) I got green and I got blues Every day there’s a little less difference between the two So I belly up and disappear Well I ain’t really drowning cause I see the beach from here D I could take greyhound home Am when I got there it’d be gone C Cm G along with everything that home is made up of Am C So I’ll take two of what your having G D I’ll take all of what you got Am to kill this goddamn lonely C G goddamn lonely love Am C G Sister listen to what your daddy says Don’t be ashamed of things that hide behind your breast Belly up and arch your back Well I ain’t really fallin asleep I’m fadin to black D You can come to me by plane Am but it wouldn’t be the same C Cm G as that old motel room in Texarkana was Am C So I’ll take two of what your having G D I’ll take all of what you got Am to kill this goddamn lonely C G goddamn lonely love Em C G(walk up) Stop me if you heard this one before, Em A man walks into a bar C G(walk down) And leaves before his ashes hit the floor Em C G (walk up) Stop me if I ever get that far Em the suns a desperate star C Cm (hold) that burns like every single one before D I could find another dream Am one that keeps me warm and clean C Cm G but I aint dreamin any more girl I’m waking up Am C So I’ll take two of what your having G D I’ll take everything shes got Am to kill this goddamn lonely C G goddamn lonely love All I’ve got is this goddamn lonely goddamn lonely love All I’ve got is this goddamn lonely goddamn lonely love Cm All I’ve got is this goddamn lonely goddamn lonely love