Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
Verseslide to 12 fret after each chord-bar lightly and strum
G B♭ C B♭ F
G B♭ C F
Verse 1i was walGking down the street when out the B♭corner of my eye, i saw a pCretty little thing approB♭achingF me.
G B♭she said i never seen a man, who looks so all alone, could you use a little coB♭mpanyF?
G B♭if you pay the right price, your evening will be nice, you can go and send me on mB♭y way, F i said yGour such a sweet young thing, wB♭hy'd you do this to yourself? she lookCed at me and this is what sheB♭ said. F
G B♭ C F GtherB♭e ainCt Fno reGst for the wicked, money dont grow on trees, i got bills to
B♭ C F Gpay iB♭ got Ca mFouth to feed, there aint nothing in this world for free.
G B♭ C Fi cB♭ant sClowF down, i cant hold back although you know i wish i could, no
G B♭ C F GtheB♭re aint nCo rest fFor tGhe wicked, until we close our eyes for good. Same chords for the rest of the verses and chorus
Verse 2not even 15 minutes later, after walking down the street, when i saw the shadow of a man out out of sight, then he crept up from behind, put a gun up to my head, he made it he wasnt looking for a fight, he said give me all you've got, i want your money not your if you try to make a move i wont think twice, i told him you can have my cash, but you ive got to ask, what made you want to live this kind of life?
Chorushe said there aint no rest for the wicked, money dont grow on trees, i got bills to pay got a mouth to feed aint nothing in this world for free. i cant slow down, i cant hold back althought you know i wish i could no there aint no for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good.
Verse 3now a couple hours past, and i was sitting in my house, the day was winding down and to an end, so i turned on the tv, and flipped it over to the news, and what i saw i almost comprehend, i saw a she taking money from the church he stuffed his bank account with dollar bills but even still i cant say much cause i know her all the same, oh yes all seek out to satisfy those thrills.
Chorusyou know there aint no rest for the wicked, money dont grow on trees, we got bills to we got mouths to feed aint nothing in this world for free. we cant slow down, we cant hold back althought you know we wish we could no there aint rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good.
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