The Devil Is Beating His Wife
By David Bazan
Capo on 2
A
A white ghost,
making his way up the west coast
G F#m
Trying to focus his high hopes on a vagina or two
G D
He's taking his chances
Meanwhile, back in his living room
Bright smiles are watching his toddler run speed trials
Over a grandmother's rug
And nature advances
F Dm G
Up the interstate
E7 Am
He's been awake
F G Em F
And pretty drunk for three whole days
F Dm G
No one wants to stop
E7 Am Em F
Until they get to where they're going
Am Em F E E7
I'll get to where I'm going pretty soon
A Em
So he takes another drink
Em D
'Cause watching the scenery bleed
Dm A
Into each similar scene
F#m E E7
Isn’t as sweet as it
F Dm G E E7 Am F G Em Em F Dm G E E7
had been in his dream
A
It's faster to buy cigarettes and some cold beer
G
If you don't rattle the cashier
Bm
By asking her back to your room
E E7 E
She's calling security
D Db5 D
Our car's on fire in the parking lot
A
And nobody wants it to rain
But God isn't listening
D
So all of the windshields glisten
D Db5 D
The water and oil mix
A
Causing the fire to spread
E
To five or six innocent automobiles
D
Waiting in their nearby spots
A
What a cruel God we've got
F#m C#m D A
Right on, right on, right on
Bm E E7 E
Right on, right on
Right on, right on, right on
Right on, right on
A Em
So he takes another drink
D
'Cause watching the scenery bleed
Dm A
Into each similar scene
F#m E E7 F Dm A
Isn't as sweet as it had been in his dreams
Tabbed by Ezra Giovanetto
Sorry, for some reason I made some of the A's D's on the last version...