The Devil You Know Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

EHelicopters over the house again

EWe got the projects two or three blocks from here

EThey pull the kids over for driving while African

EAnd the ones with the warrants always run in fear

ESo, I sit here, waiting for the coast to clear

EWishing once again I had a gun around here

ETurn on the news and what do I hear

ESome kid shot the bank up on Gallatin road

ERan away from the cops while he was trying to reload

EHe beat them up to Eastland street on feet

ENow, he's probably reloaded and running down my street

EBetter turn the alarm on and lock myself in

EHelicopters over the house again

SometAimes, you rise abEove it

SometAimes, you sneak beBlow

SomeAwhere in between bEelieving in HAeaven

And fEacing Bthe 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

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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.

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