Tell The Devil Im Gettin There As Fast As I Can

G D Em G D A G G G D Em G Screamin’ in a mic, playin’ a Strat through a Vox AC-30 D A G Gives a troublesome back and a ringin’ in a ears G D Em G My last band covered the Clash, the Kinks and the Replacements D A G Seems my soul is as misfit as my years G D Em G Now I got a Princeton reverb, it’s in an old Anvil case D A G It’s in the back of a Ford Econoline G D Em G It’s a 6-hour drive to Austin and the Continental Club D A G I got to change the strings on my ES-335 D A G Tell the devil that I’m gettin’ there as fast as I can D A G Playin’ a sunburst Gibson in an alt-country band D Em G And lovin’ a woman who can out-cuss any man D A G Tell the devil that I’m gettin’ there as fast as I can G D Em G I met her in LA, we was openin’ for Son Volt D A G She had eyes mascaraed like Eva Green’s G D Em G She sparkled with wildness like the blue yonder D A G She done a time in darkness and was 2 years clean G D Em G She wears an old leather jacket, it was made by Irish saints D A G And boots engraved with skulls and thorns G D Em G She got her ink in Tulsa still she don’t like red-dirt bands D A G Bein’ in love with her is like livin’ in a thunderstorm D A G Tell the devil that I’m gettin’ there as fast as I can D A G Playin’ a sunburst Gibson in an alt-country band D Em G And lovin’ a woman who can out-cuss any man D A G Tell the devil that I’m gettin’ there as fast as I can G D Em G D A G G G D Em G D A G G Bm A G Now the faithless live in greys and faded purples Bm A G And the gamblers never hit on 12’s or 2’s Bm A G The drunken poets disappear into big shadows D Em G A7 And the rock ‘n roll believers sing the easy rider blues D A G Tell the devil that I’m gettin’ there as fast as I can D A G Playin’ a sunburst Gibson in an alt-country band D Em G And lovin’ a woman who can out-cuss any man D A G Tell the devil that I’m gettin’ there as fast as I can D A G G D A G G D Em G G D A G G D A G