Eric Church - Devil devil

T^Cmhis town, she is a temptress a siren with gold eyes ^CmShe'll cut you with her kindness, she will lead you with her lies. ^CmShe's been called a glistening devil. She's good at keeping score ^CmIf you make it she's your savior, if you don't she's a w***e.

^CmThe roads to and from her heart are littered with grave souls. ^CmThey gave all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes. ^CmSure we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy and Bobby Bares. ^CmShe'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merle's and the Music Row millionaires. ^CmLike a beacon she goes s^Bbeeking seed, her loins so fertile ^GmTo a free man s^Fmhe's a pris^Gmon, to a c^Cmaged one s^Bbhe'^Gms a^Fm fi^Gmre.

^CmShe's the reason there's a "Sunday Morning Coming Down". ^Cm"I Saw The Light", "A Boy Named Sue", "He Stopped Loving Her Today". ^Cm"The Pill" and "16th Avenue". ^CmThe Ryman, oh, she's a diamond in the crown of that wicked queen. She was Roy Acuff^Bb's castle and Elvis Presley's broken dream ^EbIt's not all bad it's^Bb not all dark it's not all gloom and crass, ^EbBut to find gold in this s^Filver mine it does take balls of brass. For she's see^Fn 'em come and seen 'e^Cmm go ^CmAnd came herself a time or two. No matter ho^Cmw satisfied her screams sound she always wants someone new The ^Cmnext him or them or her or all with stamina to last the night, To be a star in this lady's t^Cmown, you can screw or you can fight

^BbYou see, it al^Ebl comes down to money ^BbNot romantic art of days gone past, ^EbIf you forget that rule, y^Fou can bet your backside she will bury it in your ass. ^CmA tramp, a slut, a b***h, a mutt, a thousand pawn shop guitars. ^CmA nasty little needle to a vein that feeds a singer's heart. ^FmShe lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a junky with a limp ^FmThe agents are her bookie ^Gmand the labels are her pimp I'll ^Gmtell you a well-known secret of a tiny place known far and wide ^FmThe devil walks among us folks and Nashville is his bride.

^CmOf all the chaos ^Bbhe has caused, and done His grea^Fmtest trick is to every guitar-totin' dreamer ^FmThe^Gm de^Abvil don'^Et e^Axist... but me^G, I shook his hand And ^AI know that he is real So ^Gdevil, you can go ^Dscrew yourself, and then go straight to hell.

^DmDevil, devil, I feel you preying on my mind ^DmI got nine things going wrong ^Aright now and her leaving makes a dime I'm m^Dmad as hell, and drunk, and well tonight, I guess ^Gwe'll see ^DmIf devil, devil, y^Aou're bad eno^Dmugh to lock horns with me

^DmLevel, level, in search of solid ground ^DmThis swinging, swaying,^A side to side, is tossing me around ^DmI got a hanker for an ancho^Gr to steady up my bow ^DmLevel, level, tie this rebel down

^GCrazy, crazy, calling out my name I got on^Dme foot on the platform^A and the other's on a train ^GSave me, save me, I kno^Cw what's in store ^DmCrazy, crazy, he^Cll, I've ^Abeen ^Dmthere before

^DmDanger, danger, the way you're looking there at me Be ca^Dmreful what you wish for, y^Aou might get what you don't need ^DmI'm a brush fire on a drought lan^Gd, and you're a Santa Ana breeze ^DmDanger, danger^A, don't y^Dmou play around with me

^GCrazy, crazy, calling out my name I got on^Dme foot on the platform^A and the other's on a train ^GSave me, save me, I kno^Cw what's in store ^DmCrazy, crazy, he^Cll, I've ^Abeen ^Dmthere before

^DmAngel, angel, heavenly body in holy jeans ^DmOn second thought, get ove^Ar here and wrap me in your wings ^DmThrow caution to the wind and ^Ghoney, give me what I need ^DmAngel, angel, ^Clove ^Gthis de^Bbvil, de^Dmvil... out of me