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I prefer to play with Capo 5, but only because it's easier to sing for me.
Well illAm take two shots said theG devil to the man, andF laid a little book on theEm bar The Amlord knows the devil he Gonly talks shit and Fonly drinks whisky from the Emjar And his Dmhands were Amraw, and his Emeyes were Amcold And his Dmbreath was pure Amalcohol and the Emsound of his voice never got old And he Dmtalked and he Amtalked and he Emtalked through the Amnight Just Dmsippin his Amshine until the Emmorning Amlight Stumbled Dmin through the Amshades and as he Emstarted to Amgo I Fput three Embullets in his Amback
Well the Amdevil's bleeding crude oil G from a hole in his Fchest. It keeps Ampangin on the bed pan, G leaking through the bed Fsheets. And all the AmbuisnessmeCn are putting Dmpails benith his wounds. Em Pawnin the oil at the Fmarket.
Well his Amheart aint made of Gnothin but piss and Fvinegar And his Amboots have trampled Gmore than you would Fknow and, His Ambreath has split oCpen the therDmmometer on the sill Its so Emfucking cold in here, Fsince you brought in the snow.
Am Black Gheart leaking Foil in the Empan Dealing Aminsults with his Gfree hand in the Fhospital bed bleeding Am Black Gheart F you shot the Emplan to hell And the Amapathy Geats you up inFside.