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Intro G Verse 1: G C I always knew I needed help when it came to picking strings D G I could strum them chords and sing them tunes and that barely means a thing C For the sound of a man playing with no band and slightly out of tune D In a no-name town with no money around G But what's a boy supposed to do? Verse 2: G C One night coming home from a show drunk and feeling low D G I parked myself on an ol' park bench and as my feet dragged down below C I hung my head and closed my eyes didn't know which way to go D I opened em up and there I was G Alone at the crossroads Verse 3: G C Robert or should I call you 'Ol' Bobby Jo' D G I like your picking and I like your style and your artistic 'flow' C Well I heard your prayers from down below let me offer you my help D You'll please them crowds they'll be cheering loud G Long after you're in hell Verse 4: G C I had no choice I was down and out so I signed my soul away D G That Devil let out a most crooked laugh now let's sit down to play C He taught me chords and to play the blues and some tricks on how to tune D Then he was gone and I was moving on G I had some shows to do Harmonica Solo C G D G Guitar Solo G C G D G Verse 5: G C The night was dark when I stepped up to play the crowd my songs D G Looked around and there he was that Devil gave me a nod (Woohoo) C I opened her up and started to play and the noise that came on out D G Shocked the crowds for towns around that Devil didn't let me down Verse 6: G C I'd sit there picking that Ol' L-1 late into the night D G Then afterwards just me some smokes and the liquor we'd always fight C I'd find a girl give her a whirl and then leave before her man D G Would start catchin' on I'd be too far gone with Honey Boy in my van Verse 7: G C Then one night I was drinking rye and something started feeling wrong D G This bottle wasn't cheap what's it doing to me then that Devil came strolling along C Bobby Jo your soul's had its fun but I'll take that off your hands D Who needs a soul when you're all alone G That's the price of a one-man band Verse 8: G C Now here I sit in the Devil's pit playing a cursed guitar D G The Devil and I we bide our time buying souls from wannabe stars C So listen here if you need a gig here's one for eternity D Purgatory ain't bad but of gigs I've had G Scoring this one wasn't cheap (Yeehaw)
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