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Satan And St Paul by John Fullbright
Satan And St Paul
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:2nd fret
[Intro]
| Em | Gadd6 | Am | C |
| Em | Gadd6 | Am B7 | Em |
[Verse]
Em
Don't tell me that you love me
Gadd6
I got nothing left in turn
Am
Except this empty bag of promises
C
And second degree burns
Em
On the tips of my fingers
Gadd6
From touching certain fruit
Am B7 Em
That I never shoulda touched in the first place
[Chorus]
Em
Well, the sky's raining fire
Gadd6
But I think I'll go to bed
Am
'cause there ain't much you can do
C
When it burns down on your head
Em
Except pray and beg for mercy
Gadd6
From this hell that you created
Am B7 Em
On the corner of Satan and St. Paul
[Instrumental]
| Em | Gadd6 | Am | C |
| Em | Gadd6 | Am B7 | Em |
[Bridge]
Am B7 Em
And my cup it runneth over
Am B7 Em
And it runs down in my eyes
Am B7 Em C C/B
Maybe when I'm a little older
Am B7
I won’t tell myself so many lies
[Chorus]
Em
Well, it took me twenty years
Gadd6
Just to find myself a pen
Am
For to write down all the words
C
Just to scratch 'em out again
Em
Well, I could use another twenty years
Gadd6
To fix the last fifteen
Am B7 Em
But it never seems to work to my advantage
[Verse]
Em
Well, I'm a-walkin' here on rusted nails
Gadd6
With broken wings and battered sails
Am
I told you that I'm leaving
C
But I'm probably telling lies
Em
Well, if only I could make it out
Gadd6
To Denver, Colorado
Am B7 Em C C/B
Well, I'd book it out of Satan and St. Paul
Am B7 Em C C/B
On the corner of Satan and St. Paul
Am N.C. B7 N.C. Em
Get me out of Satan and St. Paul
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version 2
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:2nd fret
Intro
e|------------------0-------0----------------|
B|--------------3b-----------0---------------|
G|----------0/2---------------0--------------|
D|-------2---------------------2-------------|
A|-------2----------------------2------------|
E|---0---------------------------0-----2--3--|
•
e|--------------3----3-------3----------------|
B|---3----------------3------3----------------|
G|---4-------4---------4-----4----------------|
D|---5-----5------------5----5---x------------|
A|-----------------------5---5---x-----0------|
E|-------3----------------3--3---x---5--------|
[let Ring]. •
e|--------------------------------------------|
B|-----1-----0-----0\1-----1----------------1-|
G|-----2-----------------------x----------0---|
D|-----2-----------------------x--------2-----|
A|--0------0----0------0-----------2--3-------|
E|--------------------------------------------|
• • • • • • • •
e|-----------------------------------------|
B|-----1----------1-------1------1----1----|
G|-------0--------0-------0------0----0----|
D|---------2------0-------0------0----0----|
A|-------------3------2-------0------------|
E|----------------------------------3------|
e|------------------0-------0----------------|
B|---0-----------3b----------0---------------|
G|---0-------0/2--------------0--------------|
D|---2---x---------------------2-------------|
A|---2---x----------------------2------------|
E|---0---x-----------------------0-----2--3--|
•
e|--------------3----3-------3----------------|
B|---3----------------3------3----------------|
G|---4-------4---------4-----4----------------|
D|---5-----5------------5----5---x------------|
A|-----------------------5---5---x-----0------|
E|-------3----------------3--3---x---5--------|
•
e|----------------------1---1----------------|
B|-----1---------------------0---------------|
G|-----2--------------2-------2----x---------|
D|-----2------------1----------1---x---------|
A|----------0--1--2-------------2--x---------|
E|-------------------------------------------|
e|-----------------0--------------------------|
B|--------------3b------0---------------------|
G|--------------------2b--2\0-----------------|
D|------2---0/2----------------2\0------------|
A|------2---------------------------0---------|
E|---0----------------------------------------|
Don’t tell me that you love me
I’ve got nothing left in turn
Except this empty bag of promises
And second degree burns
On the tips of my fingers
From touching certain fruit
That I never should have touched in the first place
Well, the sky’s raining fire
But I think I’ll go to bed
‘Cause there ain’t much you can do
When it burns down on your head
Except pray and beg for mercy
From this hell that you created
On the corner of Satan and St. Paul
And my cup it runneth over
And it runs down in my eyes
Maybe when I’m a little older
I won’t tell myself so many lies
Well, it took me twenty years
Just to find myself a pen
For to write down all the words
Just to scratch them out again
I could use another twenty years
To fix the last fifteen
But it never seems to work to my advantage
Now I’m walking here on rusted nails
With broken wings and battered sails
I told you that I’m leaving
ButI’m probably telling lies
If only I could make it out
to Denver, Colorado
I’d book it out of Satan and St. Paul
| b Bend
| / Slide up
| x Dead note
| \ Slide down
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