Chords for Disbelief by Leslie Fish
Tempo:
135.1 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Gm]
The devil came down to Phoenix, looking [D] for faith to eat,
For the fear and faith of gullible [G] souls makes up [D] his wine and meat,
[Gm] And faith [G] had gotten [F] scarcer in these [D] modern, cynic years.
[G] Still he thought [F] he'd find an [D] easy dinner here,
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve [Eb] you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
He took [Gm] the shape of a [Dm] preacher on the [D] corner of the street,
And he yelled hell and [G] damnation at [D] everyone he'd meet,
[Gm] Describing hell and Satan [F] in loving, [A] sharp detail.
[G] But only [F] saw his finest [D] efforts fail,
Oh, oh, oh, [Gm] I [Cm] disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
Passers [Gm]-by ignored [Dm] him and checked on [D] passing by,
Only [G] heckling teenage punks would stop and [D] meet his eye,
[G] Give up, an old man told him, [F] what is [D] hell to fear?
[Gm] After [F] you've survived ten [D] summers here,
Oh, oh, [G] oh, I disbelieve you, [Cm] I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not [Gm] real.
[D] So he put on his classic shape with the horns and hooves and tail,
And threw [G] fireballs around the street and howled and [D] pranced and wailed,
[G] But folks just laughed, neat magic [F] tricks, those effects [D] must be hard.
[G] And a talent [F] agent handed [D] him her card,
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve you, [Cm] I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not [Gm] real.
[Dm]
[Gm]
A wise [G] old Navajo shaman came up to [D] him and said,
The sweet blind faith you're looking for in this land is long dead,
If faith [D] can move a mountain, [F] unfaith can tear it down.
[G] Old Scratch, I think you'd best get out of town,
Oh, oh, oh, [Gm] I disbelieve you, [Cm] I disbelieve [Bb] you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
Just where you'll find good hunting, [E] there's no [D] place I can name,
Where life is soft and [G] simple and [D] faith's an easy game.
Our folk have learned the hard [F] way to always know [A] the [D] score,
And [F] faith is not a virtue [D] anymore.
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve [G] you, I disbelieve [Bb] you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
[Dm]
[Gm] [D]
The devil looked [G] at his shadow and [D] saw it thin and gray,
The power of all that [G] disbelief was gnawing [D] him away.
He ran back home and barred the [F] door to wait [D] a better year,
[G] In hope [F] that someday he would [D] no more hear.
Oh, oh, [G] oh, I disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
I [Cm] disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
[E]
[N]
The devil came down to Phoenix, looking [D] for faith to eat,
For the fear and faith of gullible [G] souls makes up [D] his wine and meat,
[Gm] And faith [G] had gotten [F] scarcer in these [D] modern, cynic years.
[G] Still he thought [F] he'd find an [D] easy dinner here,
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve [Eb] you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
He took [Gm] the shape of a [Dm] preacher on the [D] corner of the street,
And he yelled hell and [G] damnation at [D] everyone he'd meet,
[Gm] Describing hell and Satan [F] in loving, [A] sharp detail.
[G] But only [F] saw his finest [D] efforts fail,
Oh, oh, oh, [Gm] I [Cm] disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
Passers [Gm]-by ignored [Dm] him and checked on [D] passing by,
Only [G] heckling teenage punks would stop and [D] meet his eye,
[G] Give up, an old man told him, [F] what is [D] hell to fear?
[Gm] After [F] you've survived ten [D] summers here,
Oh, oh, [G] oh, I disbelieve you, [Cm] I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not [Gm] real.
[D] So he put on his classic shape with the horns and hooves and tail,
And threw [G] fireballs around the street and howled and [D] pranced and wailed,
[G] But folks just laughed, neat magic [F] tricks, those effects [D] must be hard.
[G] And a talent [F] agent handed [D] him her card,
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve you, [Cm] I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not [Gm] real.
[Dm]
[Gm]
A wise [G] old Navajo shaman came up to [D] him and said,
The sweet blind faith you're looking for in this land is long dead,
If faith [D] can move a mountain, [F] unfaith can tear it down.
[G] Old Scratch, I think you'd best get out of town,
Oh, oh, oh, [Gm] I disbelieve you, [Cm] I disbelieve [Bb] you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
Just where you'll find good hunting, [E] there's no [D] place I can name,
Where life is soft and [G] simple and [D] faith's an easy game.
Our folk have learned the hard [F] way to always know [A] the [D] score,
And [F] faith is not a virtue [D] anymore.
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve [G] you, I disbelieve [Bb] you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
[Dm]
[Gm] [D]
The devil looked [G] at his shadow and [D] saw it thin and gray,
The power of all that [G] disbelief was gnawing [D] him away.
He ran back home and barred the [F] door to wait [D] a better year,
[G] In hope [F] that someday he would [D] no more hear.
Oh, oh, [G] oh, I disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
I [Cm] disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
[E]
[N]
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The devil came down to Phoenix, looking [D] for faith to eat,
For the fear and faith of gullible [G] souls makes up [D] his wine and meat,
[Gm] And faith [G] had gotten [F] scarcer in these [D] modern, cynic years.
[G] Still he thought [F] he'd find an [D] easy dinner here,
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve [Eb] you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _
_ _ _ _ He took [Gm] the shape of a [Dm] preacher on the [D] corner of the street,
And he yelled hell and [G] damnation at [D] everyone he'd meet,
[Gm] Describing hell and Satan [F] in loving, [A] sharp detail.
_ [G] But only [F] saw his finest [D] efforts fail,
Oh, oh, oh, [Gm] I _ [Cm] disbelieve you, I _ [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _ _
_ _ _ _ Passers [Gm]-by ignored [Dm] him and checked on [D] passing by,
Only [G] heckling teenage punks would stop and [D] meet his eye,
[G] Give up, an old man told him, [F] what is [D] hell to fear?
_ [Gm] After [F] you've survived ten [D] summers here,
Oh, oh, [G] oh, I _ disbelieve you, [Cm] I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not [Gm] real. _
_ [D] _ _ So he put on his classic shape with the horns and hooves and tail,
And threw [G] fireballs around the street and howled and [D] pranced and wailed,
[G] But folks just laughed, neat magic [F] tricks, those effects [D] must be hard.
[G] And a talent [F] agent handed [D] him her card,
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve you, [Cm] I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not [Gm] real. _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A wise [G] old Navajo shaman came up to [D] him and said,
The sweet blind faith you're looking for in this land is long dead,
If faith [D] can move a mountain, [F] unfaith can tear it down.
[G] Old Scratch, I think you'd best get out of town,
Oh, oh, oh, [Gm] I _ disbelieve you, [Cm] I disbelieve [Bb] you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _ _ _ _
_ Just where you'll find good hunting, [E] there's no [D] place I can name,
Where life is soft and [G] simple and [D] faith's an easy game.
_ Our folk have learned the hard [F] way to always know [A] the [D] score,
And [F] faith is not a virtue [D] anymore.
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve [G] you, I disbelieve [Bb] you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
The devil looked [G] at his shadow and [D] saw it thin and gray,
_ The power of all that [G] disbelief was gnawing [D] him away.
_ He ran back home and barred the [F] door to wait [D] a better year,
_ [G] In hope [F] that someday he would [D] no more hear.
Oh, oh, [G] oh, I _ disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
I [Cm] disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _
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_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The devil came down to Phoenix, looking [D] for faith to eat,
For the fear and faith of gullible [G] souls makes up [D] his wine and meat,
[Gm] And faith [G] had gotten [F] scarcer in these [D] modern, cynic years.
[G] Still he thought [F] he'd find an [D] easy dinner here,
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve [Eb] you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _
_ _ _ _ He took [Gm] the shape of a [Dm] preacher on the [D] corner of the street,
And he yelled hell and [G] damnation at [D] everyone he'd meet,
[Gm] Describing hell and Satan [F] in loving, [A] sharp detail.
_ [G] But only [F] saw his finest [D] efforts fail,
Oh, oh, oh, [Gm] I _ [Cm] disbelieve you, I _ [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _ _
_ _ _ _ Passers [Gm]-by ignored [Dm] him and checked on [D] passing by,
Only [G] heckling teenage punks would stop and [D] meet his eye,
[G] Give up, an old man told him, [F] what is [D] hell to fear?
_ [Gm] After [F] you've survived ten [D] summers here,
Oh, oh, [G] oh, I _ disbelieve you, [Cm] I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not [Gm] real. _
_ [D] _ _ So he put on his classic shape with the horns and hooves and tail,
And threw [G] fireballs around the street and howled and [D] pranced and wailed,
[G] But folks just laughed, neat magic [F] tricks, those effects [D] must be hard.
[G] And a talent [F] agent handed [D] him her card,
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve you, [Cm] I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not [Gm] real. _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A wise [G] old Navajo shaman came up to [D] him and said,
The sweet blind faith you're looking for in this land is long dead,
If faith [D] can move a mountain, [F] unfaith can tear it down.
[G] Old Scratch, I think you'd best get out of town,
Oh, oh, oh, [Gm] I _ disbelieve you, [Cm] I disbelieve [Bb] you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _ _ _ _
_ Just where you'll find good hunting, [E] there's no [D] place I can name,
Where life is soft and [G] simple and [D] faith's an easy game.
_ Our folk have learned the hard [F] way to always know [A] the [D] score,
And [F] faith is not a virtue [D] anymore.
Oh, oh, [Gm] oh, I disbelieve [G] you, I disbelieve [Bb] you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
The devil looked [G] at his shadow and [D] saw it thin and gray,
_ The power of all that [G] disbelief was gnawing [D] him away.
_ He ran back home and barred the [F] door to wait [D] a better year,
_ [G] In hope [F] that someday he would [D] no more hear.
Oh, oh, [G] oh, I _ disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real.
I [Cm] disbelieve you, I [Bb] disbelieve you, I [D] disbelieve you, you're not real. _
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