Tom: D
Introdução:
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If I was the devil
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I'd hang out in Blue Eye, Missouri
G A
Where the water and the mountain collide
Dm
I'd scare all the little children
Am
And rumble around beneath the beds
G
Tell them all kind of stories
A
You can't help but get them stuck in their heads
Dm
Then I'd take out some of your livestock
Am
You can blame it on the beast of the night
G
But you know it was me
A
Same as you know wrong and right
Dm
If I was the devil
Am
I'd go and find your preacher man
G A
Crusty and white hair
Dm
I'd tell him that hell is on the way
Am
Scare him right out of his skin
G A
See the brimstone in his eyes
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Then a band of fat white deacons would take him far away
G A
That would be just fine with me
Dm
If I was the devil
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Dm
If I was the devil
Am
I'd gather up all your dreams
G A
And drop them to the bottom of a black lagoon
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I'd steal away all your patience and steal away all your pride
G A
Leave you with nothing but uncontrollable fear
Dm
And then I'd reveal my masterpiece
Am
As I dance around with the night
G
Down in Blue Eye, Missouri
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Where the water and the mountain collide
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