Where The Devil Don't Stay chords by Drive-by Truckers

Hey guys, Where The Devil Don't Stay, wicked song, Here you go;

Barre Chords-

Intro: Em

Verse 1:

   Dm
My Daddy played poker in the woods they say,
F
back in his younger days
G
Prohibition was the talk,
Dm
but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed

Verse 2:

Dm                                     F
Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't miners
     G
They came from the twenty-niners
                 Dm
It didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their face


Verse 3:
Dm
Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
        F
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
         G
My Daddy played poker by a hard wood fire
Dm
Squeezing all his luck from a hot copper wire
Dm
Scrap like a wildcat fights till the end
F
Trap a wildcat and take his skin
G
Deal from the bottom, put the ace in the hole
Dm
One hand on the jug but you never do know


Chorus:
C
Son come running
G
You better come quick
G    A       Bb                    F
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
    C                                      G
Your Mama called the law and they're gonna take me away
G        A            Bb
Down so far even the Devil won't stay

Verse 4:
Dm                                    F
Where I call to the Lord with all my soul
G                                          Dm
I can hear him rattling the chains on the door
G                                   F
He couldn't get in I could see he tried
Dm
Through the shadows of the cage around the 40 watt light

Verse 5:

C
Daddy tell me another story
G
Tell me about the lows and the highs
C                          G                A
Tell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth
Bb
or a lie
F                                                                 C
Tell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go mad
G                                                                 A
With the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in
Bb
their hand

Chorus:
C
Son come running
G
You better come quick
G    A       Bb                    F
This rotgut moonshine is making me sick
    C                                      G
Your Mama called the law and they're gonna take me away
G        A            Bb
Down so far even the Devil won't stay