Drive-By Truckers - Where the devil dont stay

My ^DmDaddy played poker in the woods they say, ^Fback in his younger days ^GProhibition was the talk, ^Dmbut the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed

^DmJugs and jars from shiners, these old b^Foys here, they ain't miners They ^Gcame from the twenty-niners It didn't take a ^Dmhole in the ground to put the bottom in their face

^DmBack in the thirties when the dust bowl dried And the ^Fwoods in Alabama didn't see no light My Daddy ^Gplayed poker by a hard wood fire ^DmSqueezing all his luck from a hot copper wire ^DmScrap like a wildcat fights till the end ^FTrap a wildcat and take his skin ^GDeal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole ^DmOne hand on the jug but you never do know

^CSon come running ^GYou better come quick ^GThis ^Arotgut m^Bboonshine is making me ^Fsick Your^C Mama called the law and they're gonna ^Gtake me away ^GDown so f^Aar even the D^Bbevil won't stay

^DmWhere I call to the Lord with all my s^Foul ^GI can hear him rattling the chains on the d^Dmoor ^GHe couldn't get in I could see he tr^Fied ^DmThrough the shadows of the cage around the 40 watt light

^CDaddy tell me another story ^GTell me about the lows and the highs ^CTell me how to tell the dif^Gference between w^Ahat they tell me is the truth ^Bbor a lie ^FTell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go m^Cad ^GWith the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same j^Aug in ^Bbtheir hand

^CSon come running ^GYou better come quick ^GThis ^Arotgut m^Bboonshine is making me ^Fsick Your^C Mama called the law and they're gonna ^Gtake me away ^GDown so f^Aar even the D^Bbevil won't stay