Misc Your Songs - Mark munroe - wheres the devil today

^AmHere I am standing out on the street, f^Eeeling a little bit stra^Amnge ^AmI Had to stop and ^Eask myself, wher^Fe's the ^GDevil to^Amday

^AmHe knows me well and I know him too, we^E run from time to time ^{Am Am}Havent heard from him lat^Eely, it's not ^Flike him to l^Geave my m^Amind ^AmWell I get to think he's losing interest in tu^Erning me to the ^Ambad ^AmDon't see how he could f^Eorget about me w^Fith all the bad ti^Gmes we've ^Amhad

^AmNow people tell me they don't know me, I^E can unde^Amrstand ^AmNow I'm Not sure I even know ^Emyself, since ^FI lost my^G evil frie^Amnd

^AmHere I am standing out on the street, f^Eeeling a little bit stra^Amnge ^AmI Had to stop and ask my^Eself, wh^Fere's th^Ge Devil ^Amtoday ^AmNow there's all kinda songs about the Devil and the ^Ethings he'll make you s^Amay ^Amnever thought he'd hear me singing t^Ehis song, ^FWhere's the De^Gvil tod^Amay?

^AmHave to admit I miss him, w^Ehen things get kind of^Am slow ^AmHow he'd steer me down that d^Eirty back street, when I didn'^Ft know ^Gwhere t^Amo go ^AmHe was always up for drinking more whiskey, th^Ee kind I didn't ^Amneed ^AmAlways good for losing ^Ea day or two and bu^Fying me k^Giller w^Ameed

^AmI was on the edge of doing some really bad thing, ^Ejust the other d^Amay ^AmIt was fight or flight and I d^Eidn't know how to g^Fet out ^Gof my o^Amwn way ^AmWell I opened my hands and let go of that thing and j^Eust went on my ^Amway ^AmAs I felt the freedom rush,the ^Ethought occurred to^F me, w^Ghere's ^Amthe Devil today

^AmWell I straightened out some things, as^E i learned to fly r^Amight ^AmEven then I always thought I'^Ed hear from him o^Fn any gi^Gven da^Amy or night ^AmCause I thought he was my own best friend, al^Eways listened to wha^Amt he'd say ^AmI never thought I'd be singin^Eg this song, Wher^Fes the De^Gvil toda^Amy

^AmYeh, I told him I'm gonna live sober, I'm^E going on back to my^Am plow ^AmI know I'll fly right but alwa^Eys ask myself, wh^Fere's the ^GDevil ^Amnow

^AmHere I am standing out on the street, f^Eeeling a little bit stra^Amnge ^AmI Had to stop and ask my^Eself, wh^Fere's th^Ge Devil ^Amtoday ^AmNow there's all kinda songs about the Devil a^End the things he'll make you ^Amsay ^AmI'll bet he never thought he'd hear me sing this so^Eng, Whe^Fre's th^Ge Devil^Am today?

^AmI said, wher^Fe's that old Dev^Gil to^Amday ^AmYeh, wheres th^Fat old Devi^Gl tod^Amay