TK & The Holy Know-Nothings — The Devils Point

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[Verse 1]
         C
Well I'm drunk, still drinkin, cheap beer and cheap bourbon
                                G
Watchin wild women workin the pole
G                                                                                       C
Wide-eyed and grinnin, and the night's just beginning, to slip like a snake thorugh my soul
       F                   G                                                       C
And an angel is lyin on my shoulder just cryin, but it might as well be silent you see
             F                            G                                                 C
When there's somethin I'm avoidin in this red Devil's Point, to a girl that ain't waitin on me

[Chorus 1]
     F      G       C                  F    G          C
Some nights I might linger, when these eyes bloom with fingers
    F        G          C          C/B  Am
To trace the ink on the sweet skin of   strangers
F             G            C
Safe from the pain of real lovin
F             G              C
Safe from the stain of these hands

[Instrumental chorus]
F  G  C  C
F  G  C  C
F  G  C  Am
F  G  C  C

[Verse 2]
         C                                                                             G
Well I'm broke, and still breakin bent bills I have taken, off a man just as broken as me
        G                                                                             C
And the clock is a'tickin like sweet morphine drippin, and it's drippin oh drippin so sweet
              F                            G                                                       C
And there's a buzzin in my pocket where my baby keeps callin, worried I ain't been walkin with the lord
        F                       G                                            C
And the god awful truth is that I'm barely human, by the time I walk out the door

[Chorus 2]
 F       G        C                F     G        C
Alone in my final hour, when these bones break to powder
   F    G         C    C/B  Am
To pollenate some far away  flower
F             G            C
Free from the pain of real lovin
F             G              C
Free from the stain of these hands

[Instrumental chorus]
F  G  C  C
F  G  C  C
F  G  C  Am
F  G  C  C		
    

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