Paul Roland - Jack daniels

He’s ^Eshrouded in fog as he ^Awalks through the grounds Of the ^ECountess of Richmond with the ^Afiercest of hounds His ^Dmouth is hair-lipped, gargoyle ^Csounds. ^E

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^B

Got the ^Estrangest of pastimes, yeah he ^Afeeds on your fears, He ^Ewrites you long letters so you ^Aburn at the ears At the ^DHellfire club he’s a ^Clife member peer – wicked ^Esneers. ^B

He ^Gstares at the bottle and you’d ^Bbswear he was falling in ^Alove ^{C D} But he ^Ggrips at the neck then a ^Bbtwist of his white velvet ^Aglove. ^{C D}

His ^Eheart is in rumour, he’s the ^Ameanest of foes, He’s ten ^Epaces behind you wher^Aever you go A ^Ddemon in daylight, watch him ^Cglow. ^E

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He ^Gstares at the bottle and you’d ^Bbswear he was falling in ^Alove ^{C D} But he ^Ggrips at the neck then a ^Bbtwist of his white velvet ^Aglove. ^{C D} No, no, ^GI can’t take no ^Bmore of his kind of ^Alife. ^C

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^D Cause they ^Gcall him Jack Daniels and he’ll ^Bbcut you with a thrust of his ^Aknife. ^{C D}