Biography:
Todd Daniel Snider is a singer-songwriter born October 11, 1966 in Portland, Oregon.
Best known for his wry humor, Snider has been a fixture on the Americana, alt-country, and folk scene since his debut on MCA, entitled Songs for the Daily Planet, named for the bar where Snider used to play regularly in Memphis. On that album were the minor hits "Talkin' Seattle Grunge Rock Blues", a folk song about the early '90's grunge scene, featuring a band that "refused to play"
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Other songs:
- Beer Run
- A Stones Throw Away
- All Of My Life
- All Right Guy
- Alright Guy
- Back To The Crossroads
- Ballad Of Devils Backbone Tavern
- Ballad Of The Devils Backbone Tavern
- Brenda
- Bring Em Home
- Broke
- Cheatam Street Warehouse
- Close Enough To You
- Conservative Christian Right Wing Republican Straight White American Males
- Crooked Piece Of Time
- Db Cooper
- Doublewide Blues
- Drink Any Woman Pretty
- East Nashville Skyline
- Easy Money
- Enjoy Yourself
- Enough
- Happy New Year
- Happy To Be Here
- Hey Hey
- Horseshoe Lake
- I Can Drink Any Woman Pretty
- I Cant Complain
- I Spoke As A Child
- Iron Mikes Main Mans Last Request
- Just In Case
- Just Like Old Times
- Keep Off The Grass
- Like A Force Of Nature
- Lonely Girl
- Long Year
- Looking For A Job
- Missing You
- Money Compliments And Publicity
- Moondawgs Tavern
- My Generation Part 2
- Once He Finds Us
- Out All Night
- Play A Train Song
- Positively Negative
- Prison Walls
- Ragged Old Truck
- Rose City
- Sideshow Blues
- Sometimes I Wonder
- Statisticians Blues
- Talking Seattle Grunge Rock Blues
- Tension
- That Was Me
- The Ballad Of The Kingsmen
- The Devil You Know
- This Land Is Our Land
- Tillamook County Jail
- Vinyl Records
- Waco Moon
- Whats Wrong With You
- You Think You Know Somebody
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THE DEVIL YOU KNOW by todd snider
Key of E
E
Helicopters over the house again
E
We got the projects two or three blocks from here
E
They pull the kids over for driving while African
E
And the ones with the warrants always run in fear
E
So, I sit here, waiting for the coast to clear
E
Wishing once again I had a gun around here
E
Turn on the news and what do I hear
E
Some kid shot the bank up on Gallatin road
E
Ran away from the cops while he was trying to reload
E
He beat them up to Eastland street on feet
E
Now, he's probably reloaded and running down my street
E
Better turn the alarm on and lock myself in
E
Helicopters over the house again
A E
Sometimes, you rise above it
A B
Sometimes, you sneak below
A E A
Somewhere in between believing in Heaven
E B
And facing the Devil you know
Poor kid probably never had a chance to give a fuck
Wouldn't know good luck from a debutant
He's gotta find a way to be Steve McNair or young buck
Or it's tough luck looking for a prison to haunt
And you can fuck getting any kind of job you want
Unless you really want to work in a fast food restaurant
And who wants to do that? Do you want to do that?
I wouldn't trade that for my crooked hat
Or my gang or my gun or my waist full of pagers
For a job deep frying shit, for richer teen agers
If that's where it's at and no one's gonna help
How you gonna blame a man for helping himself?
There's a war going on that the poor can't win
Helicopters over the house again
Sometimes, you rise above it
Sometimes, you sneak below
Somewhere in between believing in Heaven
And facing the Devil you know
Black and white cops shining lights in the bushes
Can't see how this kid is gonna get very far
Unless he finds a way to make it back over to Barry street
And he can't do that unless he steals a car
Man, the way things are, they just don't seem right
All the white people talking 'bout the hope and the light
There ain't no hope in Sam Levy just guns and drugs
We ain't building bridges, we're just training thugs
Then I hear a terrifying kick at my back door
And in comes this kid, I say, Hey I've seen this kid before?
I see him all the time at that bar on woodland street
Now, he's bleeding in my kitchen, tracking mud off his feet
And he's looking at me like I'll either help him or die
Until he sees in my eyes that I'm on his side
I hand him my keys, I say, you better move fast
There's a J in the ashtray and plenty of gas
He throws me the cash and says I'll be back for this
I say, yeah, well, don't be surprised if there's a little bit of it missing
His gold teeth glistened with a big old grin
He said we'll talk about that when I see you again
He shook my hand, I shook his back
I felt like I was about to have a heart attack
Until he finally drove away, I thought “Goddamn"
Helicopters over the house again
Sometimes, you rise above it
Sometimes, you sneak below
Somewhere in between believing in Heaven
And facing the devil you know
Facing the devil you know
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And that’s about it, as far as basic chord changes. Just keep up a driving, strumming
sound, throw in some good “blue”notes, hit the stops and changes dead on, and have fun.
For the different riffs and licks, I use a kind of E Hybrid Country/Blues scale, just a
mixture of Major and Minor Pentatonics.
This is one way I play the intro lick:
[code]
e|--0----0--3~~-0-----0-------|
B|----3^-----------0-2--------|
G|----------------------------|
D|----------------------------|
A|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|
[/code]
OR
[code]
e|--0----0--3~~-0-------0-----|
B|--0-3^----2~~-0--0-2-(0)----|
G|----------------------------|
D|----------------------------|
A|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|
[/code]
Key of E
E
Helicopters over the house again
E
We got the projects two or three blocks from here
E
They pull the kids over for driving while African
E
And the ones with the warrants always run in fear
E
So, I sit here, waiting for the coast to clear
E
Wishing once again I had a gun around here
E
Turn on the news and what do I hear
E
Some kid shot the bank up on Gallatin road
E
Ran away from the cops while he was trying to reload
E
He beat them up to Eastland street on feet
E
Now, he's probably reloaded and running down my street
E
Better turn the alarm on and lock myself in
E
Helicopters over the house again
A E
Sometimes, you rise above it
A B
Sometimes, you sneak below
A E A
Somewhere in between believing in Heaven
E B
And facing the Devil you know
Poor kid probably never had a chance to give a fuck
Wouldn't know good luck from a debutant
He's gotta find a way to be Steve McNair or young buck
Or it's tough luck looking for a prison to haunt
And you can fuck getting any kind of job you want
Unless you really want to work in a fast food restaurant
And who wants to do that? Do you want to do that?
I wouldn't trade that for my crooked hat
Or my gang or my gun or my waist full of pagers
For a job deep frying shit, for richer teen agers
If that's where it's at and no one's gonna help
How you gonna blame a man for helping himself?
There's a war going on that the poor can't win
Helicopters over the house again
Sometimes, you rise above it
Sometimes, you sneak below
Somewhere in between believing in Heaven
And facing the Devil you know
Black and white cops shining lights in the bushes
Can't see how this kid is gonna get very far
Unless he finds a way to make it back over to Barry street
And he can't do that unless he steals a car
Man, the way things are, they just don't seem right
All the white people talking 'bout the hope and the light
There ain't no hope in Sam Levy just guns and drugs
We ain't building bridges, we're just training thugs
Then I hear a terrifying kick at my back door
And in comes this kid, I say, Hey I've seen this kid before?
I see him all the time at that bar on woodland street
Now, he's bleeding in my kitchen, tracking mud off his feet
And he's looking at me like I'll either help him or die
Until he sees in my eyes that I'm on his side
I hand him my keys, I say, you better move fast
There's a J in the ashtray and plenty of gas
He throws me the cash and says I'll be back for this
I say, yeah, well, don't be surprised if there's a little bit of it missing
His gold teeth glistened with a big old grin
He said we'll talk about that when I see you again
He shook my hand, I shook his back
I felt like I was about to have a heart attack
Until he finally drove away, I thought “Goddamn"
Helicopters over the house again
Sometimes, you rise above it
Sometimes, you sneak below
Somewhere in between believing in Heaven
And facing the devil you know
Facing the devil you know
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And that’s about it, as far as basic chord changes. Just keep up a driving, strumming
sound, throw in some good “blue”notes, hit the stops and changes dead on, and have fun.
For the different riffs and licks, I use a kind of E Hybrid Country/Blues scale, just a
mixture of Major and Minor Pentatonics.
This is one way I play the intro lick:
[code]
e|--0----0--3~~-0-----0-------|
B|----3^-----------0-2--------|
G|----------------------------|
D|----------------------------|
A|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|
[/code]
OR
[code]
e|--0----0--3~~-0-------0-----|
B|--0-3^----2~~-0--0-2-(0)----|
G|----------------------------|
D|----------------------------|
A|----------------------------|
E|----------------------------|
[/code]
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