Key: G
Introduction:
Bm
Yodel well, and your pickings swell
G
And you play so hard for the folks in Hell
D
And they can't see nothing
A
Nothin' at all
Bm
Chains to the legs, bolts to the ground
G
You boys ain't leaving 'til this crowd turns around
D
They don't hear nothing
A
Nothing at all
Bm
The colder the night, the hotter the lights
G D
Your sweat drips down and the crowd starts fist-fights
They hear nothing
A
Nothing at all
Bm
But the air on stage is burning our lungs
G
And we're all going deaf from the beating drums
D
And you can't see a thing for all the blood
A
And sweat in our eyes
Bm
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead
G
But the man says "You gotta get up there again
D A
And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"
Bm
But the air on stage is burning our lungs
G
And we're all going deaf from the beating drums
D
And you can't see a thing for all the blood
A
And sweat in our eyes
Bm
Yeah we played 'til we died, and now we're all dead
G
But the man says "You gotta get up there again
D A
And you can't come down 'til the brimstone turns to ice"
Bm
And you can't sing a note for the dust in your throat
G
We're running on empty and the bands lost all hope
D A
'Cause they hear nothing
Nothing at all
Bm
Welcome to hell, ladies and gent's
G
You sinned and fell, no time to repent
D
And you can't hear nothing
A
Nothing at all
G
No you can't hear nothing
Bm
Nothing ... at ... alllll