Biography:
The Devil Makes Three is an Americana band from Santa Cruz, California, United States. The group blends bluegrass, old time, country, folk, blues, jazz, and ragtime music. The group's members are guitarist Pete Bernhard, upright bassist Lucia Turino, and guitarist and tenor banjo player Cooper McBean.
“The rhythm is what our band is about." Says Pete Bernhard: Guitarist, Front Man. The Devil Makes Three are quite possibly the best band that you have never heard of.
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Other songs:
- A Moment's Rest
- All Hail
- Cheap Reward
- Do Wrong Right
- Gracefully Face Down
- Graveyard
- Ol Number Seven
- Ten Feet Tall
- The Bullet
- They Call That Religion
- A Moments Rest
- Aces And Twos
- Bad Idea
- Bangor Mash
- Beneath The Piano
- Car Wreck
- Chained To The Couch
- Chains Are Broken
- Champagne And Reefer
- Chase The Feeling
- Dragging Chains
- For Good Again
- For My Family
- Forty Days
- Goodbye Old Friend
- Gracefully Facedown
- Hallelu
- Hand Back Down
- Help Yourself
- I Gotta Get Drunk
- Im Gonna Get High
- Johnson Family
- Judgement Day
- Man Tap
- Mr Midnight
- Native Son
- Never Learn
- Nobodys Dirty Business
- North Carolina
- Old Number 7
- Paint My Face
- Poison Trees
- River Deep
- Robot
- Shades
- Spinning Like A Top
- St James
- Statesboro Blues
- Stranger
- The Angel Of Death
- The Plank
- Therell Be A Jubilee
- To The Hilt
- Tow
- Uncle Harveys Plane
- What Would You Give In Exchange For Your Soul
- Working Mans Blues
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Intro/Verse : Am G *Am G Am* (fast changes, you'll hear it.)
Chorus : Am C Am Dm + Am C E
Am G Am G Am (Fast rotation throughout intro)
Well he opened up his shop at the age of nineteen
Stealing anything the eye could see
Said gather round you people anything you need
I'll keep my name on your lips
And put the word out on the street
Chorus
Am C Am Dm
And I will ride til my fingers they are down to the bone
Am C Am Dm
Wander til I can't remember my own home
Am C Am Dm
Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone
Am E Am
Until that bullet flies to carry me home
Am C
til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
E Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
Am C
til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
E Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
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