{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1051112,"song":"The Devil You Know","artist":"Todd Snider","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11232445-the-devil-you-know-chords-by-todd-snider/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1051112?type=chord","rating":4.63803,"votes":9,"content":"THE DEVIL YOU KNOW by todd snider\r\nKey of E\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nHelicopters over the house again[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nWe got the projects two or three blocks from here[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nThey pull the kids over for driving while African[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd the ones with the warrants always run in fear[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nSo, I sit here, waiting for the coast to clear[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nWishing once again I had a gun around here[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nTurn on the news and what do I hear[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nSome kid shot the bank up on Gallatin road[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nRan away from the cops while he was trying to reload[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nHe beat them up to Eastland street on feet[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nNow, he's probably reloaded and running down my street[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nBetter turn the alarm on and lock myself in[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]\r\nHelicopters over the house again[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]E[/ch]\r\nSometimes, you rise above it[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]B[/ch]\r\nSometimes, you sneak below[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]A[/ch]                 [ch]E[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]\r\nSomewhere in between believing in Heaven[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]E[/ch]     [ch]B[/ch]\r\nAnd facing the Devil you know[/tab]\r\n\r\nPoor kid probably never had a chance to give a fuck\r\nWouldn't know good luck from a debutant\r\nHe's gotta find a way to be Steve McNair or young buck\r\nOr it's tough luck looking for a prison to haunt\r\n\r\nAnd you can fuck getting any kind of job you want\r\nUnless you really want to work in a fast food restaurant\r\nAnd who wants to do that? Do you want to do that?\r\nI wouldn't trade that for my crooked hat\r\n\r\nOr my gang or my gun or my waist full of pagers\r\nFor a job deep frying shit, for richer teen agers\r\nIf that's where it's at and no one's gonna help\r\nHow you gonna blame a man for helping himself?\r\nThere's a war going on that the poor can't win\r\n\r\nHelicopters over the house again\r\n\r\nSometimes, you rise above it\r\nSometimes, you sneak below\r\nSomewhere in between believing in Heaven\r\nAnd facing the Devil you know\r\n\r\nBlack and white cops shining lights in the bushes\r\nCan't see how this kid is gonna get very far\r\nUnless he finds a way to make it back over to Barry street\r\nAnd he can't do that unless he steals a car\r\n\r\nMan, the way things are, they just don't seem right\r\nAll the white people talking 'bout the hope and the light\r\nThere ain't no hope in Sam Levy just guns and drugs\r\nWe ain't building bridges, we're just training thugs\r\n\r\nThen I hear a terrifying kick at my back door\r\nAnd in comes this kid, I say, Hey I've seen this kid before?\r\nI see him all the time at that bar on woodland street\r\nNow, he's bleeding in my kitchen, tracking mud off his feet\r\n\r\nAnd he's looking at me like I'll either help him or die\r\nUntil he sees in my eyes that I'm on his side\r\nI hand him my keys, I say, you better move fast\r\nThere's a J in the ashtray and plenty of gas\r\n\r\nHe throws me the cash and says I'll be back for this\r\nI say, yeah, well, don't be surprised if there's a little bit of it missing\r\nHis gold teeth glistened with a big old grin\r\nHe said we'll talk about that when I see you again\r\n\r\nHe shook my hand, I shook his back\r\nI felt like I was about to have a heart attack\r\nUntil he finally drove away, I thought “Goddamn\"\r\nHelicopters over the house again\r\n\r\nSometimes, you rise above it\r\nSometimes, you sneak below\r\nSomewhere in between believing in Heaven\r\nAnd facing the devil you know\r\n\r\nFacing the devil you know\r\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\r\n\r\nAnd that’s about it, as far as basic chord changes. Just keep up a driving, strumming \r\nsound, throw in some good “blue”notes, hit the stops and changes dead on, and have fun.\r\nFor the different riffs and licks, I use a kind of E Hybrid Country/Blues scale, just a \r\nmixture of Major and Minor Pentatonics.\r\n\r\n[tab]This is one way I play the intro lick:\r\n[code]\r\ne|--0----0--3~~-0-----0-------|\r\nB|----3^-----------0-2--------|\r\nG|----------------------------|\r\nD|----------------------------|\r\nA|----------------------------|\r\nE|----------------------------|\r\n[/code][/tab]\r\n\r\nOR\r\n\r\n[tab][code]\r\ne|--0----0--3~~-0-------0-----|\r\nB|--0-3^----2~~-0--0-2-(0)----|\r\nG|----------------------------|\r\nD|----------------------------|\r\nA|----------------------------|\r\nE|----------------------------|\r\n[/code][/tab]","plain_text":"THE DEVIL YOU KNOW by todd snider\nKey of E\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nPoor kid probably never had a chance to give a fuck\nWouldn't know good luck from a debutant\nHe's gotta find a way to be Steve McNair or young buck\nOr it's tough luck looking for a prison to haunt\n\nAnd you can fuck getting any kind of job you want\nUnless you really want to work in a fast food restaurant\nAnd who wants to do that? Do you want to do that?\nI wouldn't trade that for my crooked hat\n\nOr my gang or my gun or my waist full of pagers\nFor a job deep frying shit, for richer teen agers\nIf that's where it's at and no one's gonna help\nHow you gonna blame a man for helping himself?\nThere's a war going on that the poor can't win\n\nHelicopters over the house again\n\nSometimes, you rise above it\nSometimes, you sneak below\nSomewhere in between believing in Heaven\nAnd facing the Devil you know\n\nBlack and white cops shining lights in the bushes\nCan't see how this kid is gonna get very far\nUnless he finds a way to make it back over to Barry street\nAnd he can't do that unless he steals a car\n\nMan, the way things are, they just don't seem right\nAll the white people talking 'bout the hope and the light\nThere ain't no hope in Sam Levy just guns and drugs\nWe ain't building bridges, we're just training thugs\n\nThen I hear a terrifying kick at my back door\nAnd in comes this kid, I say, Hey I've seen this kid before?\nI see him all the time at that bar on woodland street\nNow, he's bleeding in my kitchen, tracking mud off his feet\n\nAnd he's looking at me like I'll either help him or die\nUntil he sees in my eyes that I'm on his side\nI hand him my keys, I say, you better move fast\nThere's a J in the ashtray and plenty of gas\n\nHe throws me the cash and says I'll be back for this\nI say, yeah, well, don't be surprised if there's a little bit of it missing\nHis gold teeth glistened with a big old grin\nHe said we'll talk about that when I see you again\n\nHe shook my hand, I shook his back\nI felt like I was about to have a heart attack\nUntil he finally drove away, I thought “Goddamn\"\nHelicopters over the house again\n\nSometimes, you rise above it\nSometimes, you sneak below\nSomewhere in between believing in Heaven\nAnd facing the devil you know\n\nFacing the devil you know\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nAnd that’s about it, as far as basic chord changes. Just keep up a driving, strumming \nsound, throw in some good “blue”notes, hit the stops and changes dead on, and have fun.\nFor the different riffs and licks, I use a kind of E Hybrid Country/Blues scale, just a \nmixture of Major and Minor Pentatonics.\n\n\n\nOR","chords":["E","A","B","G","D"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]}}}