The Hill Country Devil — Restaurant Rat

Текст песни с аккордами

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D tuning (aka 2 half steps down), Capo on 4. You can play Capo on 2 in Standard as well if you like to.

[Verse 1]
           C             Am
Well I'm a feeder on the bottom
  F                   C
I say smoke em if you got em
       F                            C
The illusion of perfection's out of hand in misdirection
       Dm               G
On the curvature on the columns on the song
         C          Am
That the sirens are singing
        F                          C
I'm the gloves that left your ears ringing
      F                            C
I'm a stain along a dipstick and a ??? with lipstick
        Dm                           G
I'm the come-down that the morning's bringing

[Chorus]
               F      C
There ain't no saving place
        F                   C
On this rock here and outer space
            F                    C
But you can polish a turd with a brush in a word
G
Everything's got it's place
          F      C
So I keep losing weight
    F                  C
And being sick and pale
     F                  C
Than getting fat like a restaurant rat
          G               C    G
When they throw my ass in jail

[Interlude]
C Am F C
F C Dm G

[Verse 2]
           C            Am
Well I'm a grower not a shower
        F                   C
I'm the ??? that hardly had known her
      F                            C
I'm a fire on the freeway, I'm the lights that ???
      Dm                     G
I'm a stone wrecking up your mower
                  C            Am
Oh buddy I'm your ?? when it's lagging
     F                         C
Hey, fuck it, I'm the mummer's dragon
        F                              C
Georgie add another page, I'll slap an F and call me Faegon
         Dm                G
I'm just down to know what happened

[Chorus]
               F      C
There ain't no saving place
        F                   C
On this rock here and outer space
            F                    C
But you can polish a turd with a brush in a word
G
Everything's got it's place
          F      C
So I keep losing weight
    F                  C
And being sick and pale
     F                  C
Than getting fat like a restaurant rat
          G               C
When they throw my ass in jail
          F      C
Oh I keep losing weight
    F                  C
And being sick and pale
     F                  C
Than getting fat like a restaurant rat
          G               C   G C
When they throw my ass in jail		
    

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