Pat Green - If i was the devil

^DmIf I was the devil I'd ^Amhang out in Blue Eye, Missouri ^GWhere the water and the mountain c^Aollide I'd ^Dmscare all the little children And r^Amumble around beneath the beds ^GTell them all kind of stories You can't h^Aelp but get them stuck in their heads Then I'd t^Dmake out some of your livestock You can b^Amlame it on the beast of the night But y^Gou know it was me Same as y^Aou know wrong and right

If I was the d^Dmevil I'd go and ^Amfind your preacher man ^GCrusty and white h^Aair I'd ^Dmtell him that hell is on the way S^Amcare him right out of his skin ^GSee the brimstone in his e^Ayes Then a b^Dmand of fat white deacons would ^Amtake him far away ^GThat would be just fine with ^Ame If I was the d^Dmevil

If I was the d^Dmevil I'd g^Amather up all your dreams And d^Grop them to the bottom of a black la^Agoon I'd s^Dmteal away all your patience and s^Amteal away all your pride Le^Gave you with nothing but uncontrollable f^Aear And t^Dmhen I'd reveal my masterpiece As I d^Amance around with the night ^GDown in Blue Eye, Missouri Where the w^Aater and the mountain col^Dmlide