Lucifer and the Fallen Angels Chords by Ray Wylie Hubbard
Tempo:
112.85 bpm
Chords used:
F#
F#m
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
I run over a squirrel in Arkansas, but the blood wasn't even dry.
When I see a few fallen angels in Lucifer trying to hedge a ride,
I pull over, they're jumping, Lucifer says, how far's Mobile?
[F#m] I say, I don't rightly know, I'm going to Nashville to get a publishing [F#] deal.
And a fallen angel just lies, call me Lucifer said, now listen, don't take this wrong,
ain't nobody in the town that's gonna want to publish your song.
You're cold, but you're old, they don't care about that snake from Groove and Grip.
[F#m] [F#] And you didn't make any money even when Badass Paul Thorne recorded it.
And a fallen angel just lies.
I said, that's cold, you're worthy of your reputation for being evil.
Ain't no need to sugarcoat it, he said, unless you're in St.
Patrick's Cathedral.
Anyhow, how about it, [F#m] you're driving us [F#] down to Mobile.
We'll pay for gas, buy you a lottery ticket and a Tibetan prayer wheel.
And a fallen angel just lies.
[F#m] Might as well, I said, [F#] if you tell me about getting thrown out of heaven.
Lou says, sure, first stop at a package store, let's get a bottle of six on seven.
I pull in the nervous Charlie's Fireworks and all-night liquor store.
[F#m] [F#] Lou gets out, pulls out a gun, puts on a ski mask and walks through the door.
And a fallen angel just lies.
Well, I hear a couple shots, oh, Lou comes running [F#m] back.
He [F#] says, neglect, rich ass, and hit the road jack.
I pull out, almost wrecking, but I make it to the highway somehow.
Lou says, how do you think that clerk likes to take his sons to work day now?
And a fallen angel just lies.
I'm first on a non-grata now, barreling down the highway.
Lou takes a sip of Cedro and says, well, that heaven fast cold, ain't much to say.
I started a small rebellion, never thinking I'd end up hell bound.
Oh, the sole reason was I just got tired of God dogging me around.
And a fallen angel just lies.
Lou said, I saw you on Jimmy Fallon's singing, drunken poet's dream.
So why go to Nashville knowing you're never, ever gonna be mainstream?
Go to somewhere like Texas where they dig roots and blues and country that's real.
It's better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, that's why I'm going to Mobile.
And a fallen angel just lies.
And a fallen angel just lies.
And a fallen angel just lies.
[D]
I run over a squirrel in Arkansas, but the blood wasn't even dry.
When I see a few fallen angels in Lucifer trying to hedge a ride,
I pull over, they're jumping, Lucifer says, how far's Mobile?
[F#m] I say, I don't rightly know, I'm going to Nashville to get a publishing [F#] deal.
And a fallen angel just lies, call me Lucifer said, now listen, don't take this wrong,
ain't nobody in the town that's gonna want to publish your song.
You're cold, but you're old, they don't care about that snake from Groove and Grip.
[F#m] [F#] And you didn't make any money even when Badass Paul Thorne recorded it.
And a fallen angel just lies.
I said, that's cold, you're worthy of your reputation for being evil.
Ain't no need to sugarcoat it, he said, unless you're in St.
Patrick's Cathedral.
Anyhow, how about it, [F#m] you're driving us [F#] down to Mobile.
We'll pay for gas, buy you a lottery ticket and a Tibetan prayer wheel.
And a fallen angel just lies.
[F#m] Might as well, I said, [F#] if you tell me about getting thrown out of heaven.
Lou says, sure, first stop at a package store, let's get a bottle of six on seven.
I pull in the nervous Charlie's Fireworks and all-night liquor store.
[F#m] [F#] Lou gets out, pulls out a gun, puts on a ski mask and walks through the door.
And a fallen angel just lies.
Well, I hear a couple shots, oh, Lou comes running [F#m] back.
He [F#] says, neglect, rich ass, and hit the road jack.
I pull out, almost wrecking, but I make it to the highway somehow.
Lou says, how do you think that clerk likes to take his sons to work day now?
And a fallen angel just lies.
I'm first on a non-grata now, barreling down the highway.
Lou takes a sip of Cedro and says, well, that heaven fast cold, ain't much to say.
I started a small rebellion, never thinking I'd end up hell bound.
Oh, the sole reason was I just got tired of God dogging me around.
And a fallen angel just lies.
Lou said, I saw you on Jimmy Fallon's singing, drunken poet's dream.
So why go to Nashville knowing you're never, ever gonna be mainstream?
Go to somewhere like Texas where they dig roots and blues and country that's real.
It's better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, that's why I'm going to Mobile.
And a fallen angel just lies.
And a fallen angel just lies.
And a fallen angel just lies.
[D]
Key:
F#
F#m
D
F#
F#m
D
F#
F#m
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I run over a squirrel in Arkansas, but the blood wasn't even dry. _ _ _
When I see a few fallen angels in Lucifer trying to hedge a ride,
_ _ _ I pull over, they're jumping, Lucifer says, how far's Mobile? _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ I say, I don't rightly know, I'm going to Nashville to get a publishing [F#] deal. _ _ _ _
And a fallen angel just lies, _ _ _ _ _ call me Lucifer said, now listen, don't take this wrong, _
_ _ _ ain't nobody in the town that's gonna want to publish your song. _ _
_ _ You're cold, but you're old, they don't care about that snake from Groove and Grip.
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ And you didn't make any money even when Badass Paul Thorne recorded it. _
_ _ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _ _
_ _ _ I said, that's cold, you're worthy of your reputation for being evil. _ _ _
Ain't no need to sugarcoat it, he said, unless you're in St.
Patrick's Cathedral. _
_ _ _ _ _
Anyhow, how about it, [F#m] you're driving us [F#] down to Mobile. _ _ _ _
_ _ We'll pay for gas, buy you a lottery ticket and a Tibetan prayer wheel. _ _ _
And a fallen angel just lies. _ _ _ _
[F#m] Might as well, I said, [F#] if you tell me about getting thrown out of heaven. _ _
_ _ Lou says, sure, first stop at a package store, let's get a bottle of six on seven. _ _ _
I pull in the nervous Charlie's Fireworks and all-night liquor store. _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] Lou gets out, pulls out a gun, puts on a ski mask and walks through the door. _ _ _
_ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _ _
_ _ Well, I hear a couple shots, oh, Lou comes running [F#m] back.
_ _ _ He [F#] says, neglect, rich ass, and hit the road jack. _
_ _ _ I pull out, almost wrecking, but I make it to the highway somehow. _ _ _ _ _
Lou says, how do you think that clerk likes to take his sons to work day now? _ _ _ _
And a fallen angel just lies.
_ _ _ I'm first on a non-grata now, barreling down the highway. _ _ _
_ _ Lou takes a sip of Cedro and says, well, that heaven fast cold, ain't much to say. _ _ _
I started a small rebellion, never thinking I'd end up hell bound. _
_ _ _ Oh, the sole reason was I just got tired of God dogging me around. _ _ _
_ And a fallen angel just lies. _ _ _
Lou said, I saw you on Jimmy Fallon's singing, drunken poet's dream. _ _ _ _
So why go to Nashville knowing you're never, ever gonna be mainstream? _ _
_ _ Go to somewhere like Texas where they dig roots and blues and country that's real. _ _ _
It's better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, that's why I'm going to Mobile. _
_ _ _ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _
_ _ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _
_ _ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I run over a squirrel in Arkansas, but the blood wasn't even dry. _ _ _
When I see a few fallen angels in Lucifer trying to hedge a ride,
_ _ _ I pull over, they're jumping, Lucifer says, how far's Mobile? _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ I say, I don't rightly know, I'm going to Nashville to get a publishing [F#] deal. _ _ _ _
And a fallen angel just lies, _ _ _ _ _ call me Lucifer said, now listen, don't take this wrong, _
_ _ _ ain't nobody in the town that's gonna want to publish your song. _ _
_ _ You're cold, but you're old, they don't care about that snake from Groove and Grip.
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ And you didn't make any money even when Badass Paul Thorne recorded it. _
_ _ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _ _
_ _ _ I said, that's cold, you're worthy of your reputation for being evil. _ _ _
Ain't no need to sugarcoat it, he said, unless you're in St.
Patrick's Cathedral. _
_ _ _ _ _
Anyhow, how about it, [F#m] you're driving us [F#] down to Mobile. _ _ _ _
_ _ We'll pay for gas, buy you a lottery ticket and a Tibetan prayer wheel. _ _ _
And a fallen angel just lies. _ _ _ _
[F#m] Might as well, I said, [F#] if you tell me about getting thrown out of heaven. _ _
_ _ Lou says, sure, first stop at a package store, let's get a bottle of six on seven. _ _ _
I pull in the nervous Charlie's Fireworks and all-night liquor store. _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] Lou gets out, pulls out a gun, puts on a ski mask and walks through the door. _ _ _
_ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _ _
_ _ Well, I hear a couple shots, oh, Lou comes running [F#m] back.
_ _ _ He [F#] says, neglect, rich ass, and hit the road jack. _
_ _ _ I pull out, almost wrecking, but I make it to the highway somehow. _ _ _ _ _
Lou says, how do you think that clerk likes to take his sons to work day now? _ _ _ _
And a fallen angel just lies.
_ _ _ I'm first on a non-grata now, barreling down the highway. _ _ _
_ _ Lou takes a sip of Cedro and says, well, that heaven fast cold, ain't much to say. _ _ _
I started a small rebellion, never thinking I'd end up hell bound. _
_ _ _ Oh, the sole reason was I just got tired of God dogging me around. _ _ _
_ And a fallen angel just lies. _ _ _
Lou said, I saw you on Jimmy Fallon's singing, drunken poet's dream. _ _ _ _
So why go to Nashville knowing you're never, ever gonna be mainstream? _ _
_ _ Go to somewhere like Texas where they dig roots and blues and country that's real. _ _ _
It's better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, that's why I'm going to Mobile. _
_ _ _ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _
_ _ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _
_ _ _ And a fallen angel just lies. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
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