Middle chords by Jesse Welles

• Difficulty: Intermediate

Verse:
    E
Simple men within the temple
    C#m
Singing low oh gracious light
         G#m
While savages beneath the stars
     A
Charted souls projected flights

      F#m
With their axes and their swords
   A
Put away for the night

    E
Cometh song
    D
Cometh dance
    A
Cometh lute
    F#m
Cometh pipe

Verse:
     E
The road warrior Nazareth patriot
      C#m
Was sighing Zion in excess
      G#m
While the Lord and God of faces
     A
Donned a youthful chain and dress

         F#m
You have heard it said
 A
Make it great again

        E    E D
Make your own self great
     A
That's a good place to begin
 F#m
Begin


Chorus:
     F#m
When the devil plays his fiddle
      A
I'm gonna meet you in the middle
 E   D A
Freind


Instrumental:
E D A  F#m  F#m


Verse:
     E
With my silver droid companion
C#m
Beeping at my side
    G#m
As we gazed into the moonset
      A
Wondering where in space we'd hide

     F#m
All the green skinned princess
  A
In systems far away

    E        D
Saying proverbs I can't mean
   A
In a language I can't say
   F#m
Say-a-ay


Verse:
      E
And if the alkaloids illicited
  C#m
The origins of my mind
        G#m
Then why's the jackelope approaching
     A
Winking both its beady eyes

    F#m
Oh ye wizards of ineptitude
      A
You've conspired for my end

    E          D
As the flames of hell come rollling
    A
On the Santa Ana wind
   F#m
Wi-i-ind


Chorus:
     F#m
When the devil plays his fiddle
      A
I'm gonna meet you in the middle
 E  D A
Freind


Instrumental:
E D A  F#m  F#m


Verse:
     E
I road a steamboat through the jungle
    C#m
With a fever and a rod
    G#m
Cursing all that dared to live
    A
Cursing me and thee and God

     F#m
And the arrows of the natives
   A
Lept forth and skewered me

     E       D
Don't we come here in a wonder
     A
Don't we leave in mystery
  F#m  F#m
Mystery


Verse:
     E
When we rode into the salt lake
    C#m
It was dead as hope itself
    G#m
And we beached the damned craft
     A
Seeking death to no avail

         F#m
There will be no hell to pay
   A
Nah hell has come and went

     E        D
There is no one left to kill
     A
There is sand and that is it
F#m
It


Chorus:
     F#m
When the devil plays his fiddle
      A
I'm gonna see it in the middle
 E  D A
Freind


Outro:
E D A  F#m  F#m A E F#m E