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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Am F
Well it’s hot like ouch and I’m chained to the couch
Dm E
And my brain spits bad ideas out of my mouth
Am F Dm E
Like a thousand words circuits burst crowd screaming hear comes the hearse
Am F Dm E
And I’m jumping now out of my chest as the crowds begin to scream
Am F Dm E
And the winos wait into the bar rooms to drink away the dreams
Am F Dm E
And I can hear years’ worth of traffic outside on that dirty street
Am F Dm E
I can see the lights turn from red to black to blue to brown to green
Am F Dm E
And I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed
Am F Dm E
Yes I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed
Am F Dm E
When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and
Am F Dm E
As I grow older this becomes true more and more
Am F Dm E
Now I’m just staring out that open door
Am F Dm E Am
I should be screaming but I aint got no tears no more
Dm E Am
I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more
Dm E Am
I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more
Am F Dm E
Guess I lost a few things that were dear to me
Am F Dm E
Like my arms and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak
Am F Dm E
Now there just sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath
Am F Dm E
Trying to not be pulled under by the waves and the weeds
Am F Dm E
Rain on the roof fit together so click like a tailor made suit
Am F Dm E
It’s like pull aim click bang soar and shoot
Am F Dm E
And the rain and the wind they lick my skin till its freezing smooth
Am F Dm E
And they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
Am F Dm E
Oh yes they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
Am F Dm E
When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and
Am F Dm E
As I grow older this becomes true more and more
Am F Dm E
Now I’m just staring out that open door
Am F Dm E Am
I should be screaming but I aint got those tears no more
Dm E Am
I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more
Dm E Am
I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more
Kevin G,
Inspired by Andy Social
Well it’s hot like ouch and I’m chained to the couch
Dm E
And my brain spits bad ideas out of my mouth
Am F Dm E
Like a thousand words circuits burst crowd screaming hear comes the hearse
Am F Dm E
And I’m jumping now out of my chest as the crowds begin to scream
Am F Dm E
And the winos wait into the bar rooms to drink away the dreams
Am F Dm E
And I can hear years’ worth of traffic outside on that dirty street
Am F Dm E
I can see the lights turn from red to black to blue to brown to green
Am F Dm E
And I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed
Am F Dm E
Yes I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed
Am F Dm E
When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and
Am F Dm E
As I grow older this becomes true more and more
Am F Dm E
Now I’m just staring out that open door
Am F Dm E Am
I should be screaming but I aint got no tears no more
Dm E Am
I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more
Dm E Am
I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more
Am F Dm E
Guess I lost a few things that were dear to me
Am F Dm E
Like my arms and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak
Am F Dm E
Now there just sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath
Am F Dm E
Trying to not be pulled under by the waves and the weeds
Am F Dm E
Rain on the roof fit together so click like a tailor made suit
Am F Dm E
It’s like pull aim click bang soar and shoot
Am F Dm E
And the rain and the wind they lick my skin till its freezing smooth
Am F Dm E
And they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
Am F Dm E
Oh yes they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
Am F Dm E
When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and
Am F Dm E
As I grow older this becomes true more and more
Am F Dm E
Now I’m just staring out that open door
Am F Dm E Am
I should be screaming but I aint got those tears no more
Dm E Am
I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more
Dm E Am
I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more
Kevin G,
Inspired by Andy Social
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