The Devil Is Beating His Wife By David Bazan Capo on 2 A A white ghost, making his way up the west coast G F#m Trying to focus his high hopes on a vagina or two G D He's taking his chances Meanwhile, back in his living room Bright smiles are watching his toddler run speed trials Over a grandmother's rug And nature advances F Dm G Up the interstate E7 Am He's been awake F G Em F And pretty drunk for three whole days F Dm G No one wants to stop E7 Am Em F Until they get to where they're going Am Em F E E7 I'll get to where I'm going pretty soon A Em So he takes another drink Em D 'Cause watching the scenery bleed Dm A Into each similar scene F#m E E7 Isn’t as sweet as it F Dm G E E7 Am F G Em Em F Dm G E E7 had been in his dream A It's faster to buy cigarettes and some cold beer G If you don't rattle the cashier Bm By asking her back to your room E E7 E She's calling security D C#5 D Our car's on fire in the parking lot A And nobody wants it to rain But God isn't listening D So all of the windshields glisten D C#5 D The water and oil mix A Causing the fire to spread E To five or six innocent automobiles D Waiting in their nearby spots A What a cruel God we've got F#m C#m D A Right on, right on, right on Bm E E7 E Right on, right on Right on, right on, right on Right on, right on A Em So he takes another drink D 'Cause watching the scenery bleed Dm A Into each similar scene F#m E E7 F Dm A Isn't as sweet as it had been in his dreams Tabbed by Ezra Giovanetto Sorry, for some reason I made some of the A's D's on the last version...