Postcards From Hell chords by The Wood Brothers

Intro:
G  D  A  D  (x4)

Verse 1:
G           D       A         D
  I know a man who sings the blues
G         D                  A      D
  Yeah he plays just what he feels
G         D             A             D
  Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
G              D          A D
  But he never breaks the seal

Interlude:
G  D  A  D  (x2)

Verse 2:
G         D         A         D
  Set up in a bar room corner
G             D         A   D
  Playing for tips and beer
G        D              A         D
  People carrying on and drinking
G               D         A  D
  And you gotta strain to hear

Interlude:
G  D  A  G  (x2)

Verse 3:
G                D              A          D
  I've seen him playing some old cheap guitar
G              D                A    D
  But he could play on pots and pans
G            D             A        D
  You never heard a soul so pure and true
G              D                A   D
  It's flowing right out of his hands
G            D               A      D
  And he can sing sweet as a choir girl
G           D             A     D
  Or he can sing a house on fire
G                D             A  D
  I've seen him calling up the angels
G           D            A         D
  And use a breeze for a telephone wire

Chorus:
G
  But if you ask him
F#7                       Bm
  How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
    G        D        A          D
And I don't read postcards from hell

Interlude:
G  D  A  D  (x4)

Verse 4:
G          D                 A    D
  Said he came from down in Texas
G          D               A     D
  Playin' out since he's fifteen
G          D                A  D
  You can hear a little Chicago
G        D          A    D
  And a lot of New Orleans
G               D          A             D
  And he can take you on a freight train
G         D                A     D
  He can take you down the alley
G         D              A      D
  He can take you to the church
G         D                   A    D
  He can walk you through the valley

Chorus:
G
  And if you ask him
F#7                       Bm
  How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
    G        D        A          D
And I don't read postcards from hell

Interlude:
G  D  A  D  (x8)

Verse 5:
G                D             A      D
  I've seen him sleeping in a doorway
G       D          A    D
  Maybe living outside
G         D               A         D
  On his back just like a cockroach
G                D         A D
  But he ain't waiting to die

Chorus:
G
  And if you ask him
F#7                       Bm
  How he sings his blues so well
A
He says
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
G        D        A      D
I got a soul that I won't sell
       G      D        A       D
That's how I sing my blues so well
    G        D        A          D