****Almost ALL DBT songs are played a FULL step down in tuning(DGCFAD), as such... all these tabs assume that you are in this tuning, the chord names simply refer to the the actual key)**** WIFE BEATER G You met him at the dance hall D You only saw his charms C G You said he really swept you off your feet Then one night he’s drinking D and jealousy enraged C G He knocked out two of your front teeth G D so you came over to hide out at my place C G I guess I should have killed him there and then G but you begged me not to D now you say he’s changed C G and you’re gonna go back to him G D Don’t give me that bull about how it’s for the children C G A man like that could never be a dad G What happens when he kills you? D What will they do then? C G Sometimes you ought to ask yourself that C G Don’t go back to him he’s a wife beater D G You’d be better off with this potato eater C G Em You say he’s changed, don’t be a fool G D G A man like that’s no good for you G D G A man like that’s no good for you lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff) © 1998 Soul Dump Music written on Elvis’ birthday 1/8/97 at the grocery store dedicated with love to the great Tammy Wynette Alabama Music Hall of Fame inductee back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ DEMONIC POSSESSION (chorus) Demonic Possession His court’s in session I sign my confession Demonic Possession It was raining on the day she told me them things that fella sold me Mama wasn’t there to scold me No prison or cell could hold me I still recall the date I’z probably about eight when I sealed my fate You honor I rightly state (repeat chorus) Suddenly I had a foot hold I became such a butthole I don’t need nobody consoling me No one but the devil controlling me I can kick ass and talk backward I hang out with a whole bunch of slackers and I know I can get some help from him I listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin (repeat chorus) I got so much money I don’t need smarts My records are flying to the top of the charts and I’m eating in all those fancy restaurants and Hanging out with Sam Phillips and I owe it all to him Oh, the shape I’m in The devil says the only thing that’s buggin him is Hell’s filling up with Republicans (repeat chorus twice) lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, Sell) © 1998 Soul Dump Music written in august 1996 during G.O.P. convention recorded july 21, 1997 back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ THE TOUGH SELL "She’s a beaute, yes sir she is" said EZ DAN, fifty five, a bad age, smelling of Brute from Fabrege’ and sweat EZ DAN don’t bathe a lot these days (and why the hell should he anyway?) "She’s got a few miles on her, but then again, who don’t?" he said with a slight chuckle, the recent Binaca Blast still lingering on his breath, "and besides, them’s highway miles" I shifted my weight from one foot to the other it certainly wasn’t the car of my dreams, but the price was right and EZ DAN assured me the mid 70’s were a particularly nice period for Chrysler products in general "and this one is a Volare’" and besides, finally having an eight-track means I can play all them tapes I ain’t been able to listen to since high-school so we stuffed EZ DAN’s body in the trunk and hauled ass out of town but somewhere just past the middle of nowhere the fuel pump blew and the oil pump too, and the piston rods hurled straight through the engine block dropping oil, gasoline, water, and anti-freeze onto the Alabama red clay below Ain’t that a bitch? I ain’t never been lucky with love lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, and Sell) ©1998 Soul Dump Music written spring 96 recorded 7/21/97 dedicated to the Quadrajets 187 / 10-4 back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ THE LIVING BUBBA The A chord used in this song is Asus2 as best as I can tell. -3-- -3-- -2-- -2-- -0-- -X-- Intro: Cadd9 , Em7 --3------3----| --3------3----| --0------0----| --2------2----| --3------2----| ---------0----| Cadd9 I wake up tired and I wake up pissed Em7 wonder how I ended up like this Asus2 Cadd9 I wonder why things happen like they do Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 but I don't wonder long cuz I got a show to do Cadd9 I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T. Em7 Broke at my bank cuz that shit ain't free Asus2 Cadd9 but I'm here to stay (at least another week or two) Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 I can't die now cuz I got another show to do Cadd9 Don't give me no pity don't give me no grief Em7 Wait till I die for sympathy Asus2 Cadd9 Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 I can't die now cuz I got another show to do Cadd9 Don't give me no preachin' no self servin' Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 I can dance on my own grave, Thank You! Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 but I can't die now cuz I got another show... G Some people keep saying I can't last long D but I got my bands I got my songs, Em7 Cadd9 liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along G D and I'm drunk and stubborn as they come Em7 Cadd9 chain smoking, guitar picking, til I'm gone Cadd9 Em7 I ain't got no political agenda Asus2 Cadd9 Ain't got no message for the youth of America Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 'cept "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw" Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 and come see me next Friday cuz I got another show... G D Some people stop living long before they die Em7 Cadd9 Work a dead end job just to scrape on by Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 but I keep living just to bend that note in two Em7 Asus2 Cadd9 and I can't die now cuz I got another show... lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff) ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ LATE FOR CHURCH Transcription by Dan Reppert INTRO F C X2 F Late for church again C Never seem to be on time F Hear the bells as they peal through the holler C Doesn't sound like a friend of mine F A hundred eyes turn as I enter C Face burnin' as I walk past pews F I can tell they think I'm a sinner C Hear them whisper while I'm watching my shoes F Only seat left is right up front C I'm not a bit surprised F Back is soft but the seat is hard C Why can't they get it right? INSTRUMENTAL PART F C C B C (Root Notes only) D F C G G F Reverend Bob is pointin' his finger C Mom and Dad follow every last word F All this hollerin' makes me wonder C Does a whispered prayer get heard? F Reverend Bob is preachin' out thunder C Fire and brimstone pouring down F Me, I'm wondering what's for dinner C Waitin' for 12 o'clock to come round D C Everybody's got their own Heaven F G They all find it their own way F C I am an angel lyrics by Adam Howell/Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers ? 1998 Soul Dump Music (BMI) __________________________________________________________________________________ PANTIES IN YOUR PURSE (chords pulled from altcountrytab.com) [C]Saw you standing [G]in the hallway, [F]red plastic cup, and one of those [C]big long [G]cigarettes [C]You asked me if I could [G]play you some Dylan [F]I said "Dylan who?" you told [C]me to kiss your [G]ass [Dm]I apologized, [F]but you could [C]tell I didn’t mean it by the [G]way I rolled my eyes [Dm]and when you said it wasn’t [F]me it was you [C]somehow I knew you were [G]gonna tell me why Solo Break Stuff was flying out of the window falling and breaking on the pavement underneath He’s screaming at you, red faced and fuming He’d come home early, parked his car way up the street You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse it was ten a.m. and all the neighbors heard him calling you a whore and a tramp you just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground Solo Break He got a lawyer, you got a bottle He got the children and you moved in with your mama She fixes breakfast and lets you drive her car she don’t care how late you call to tell her where you are Y’all still fight and she still nags you some but somehow it’s different now than when you were young It’s your own damn fault you been threw hell for one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself __________________________________________________________________________________ WHY HENRY DRINKS Intro : A, E, D ---------------0--2-----| ----3----------0--3-----| -2--2--2-------0--2-----| -2--2--2--4-2--1--0-----| -2-----2-------2--------| -0-------------2--------| ---------------0--------| A Them stories that you tell me are so hard to swallow You said “Go to hell” but I know you’d just follow D F# The future’s closing in quicker than you think A E D A and hanging with you I know why Henry drinks A Those obnoxious drunks downstairs are fighting and cussing and twelve years of me and you don’t add up to nothing D F# You say what’s on your mind - tell it to your shrink A E D A so he can know like me why Henry drinks E Just a few more hours till the sun comes back around to tear each other down and drink another round lost it on the way now I’m hating what we found D mendacity and grudge-fucks and pieces out of town A I drink half a case of beer on my way home from work Daddy needs his medicine to keep his hands off Mama’s throat D F# Baby, push a little harder cuz you got me on the brink A E D A of spilling more than guts about why Henry drinks A E D A Telling you so much about why Henry drinks lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff) ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ 18 WHEELS OF LOVE Intro: G, D, Cadd9 G, D, Cadd9 G, D, Cadd9, D Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt Peterbilt He is making her give life another stab They can see the world from way up in the cab Mama ran off with a trucker........... Peterbilt Peterbilt She can quit her job and be his little bride He can get a local route and stay home by her side She can fix him roast beast and sweet potato pie He can eat a lot of it cuz he’s a big ole guy They got married in Dollywood (by a Porter Waggoner lookalike) 18 Wheels of Love for Mom and Chester, on the occasion of their marriage, July 1994 lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ STEVE MCQUEEN (chords and tab by Travis Kilgore from altcountrytab.com) The G and C chords that the band uses are the ones where you keep your pinkie finger on fret of the E string and your ring finger on the third fret of the B string, and only raise the root up a string to change from G to C. (Sorry if that’s confusing, but I don’t know the names of those chords. Like and Cadd9 or something odd like that.) E------------------------------------------------------------------------------3--| B------------------------------------------------------------------------------3--| G---------------- 4---4--------------------------------------------------------0--| D----2-(slide)5------------——--------------------------------------------------0--|(Keep this G) A-------------------------0—2—5—2--5----0--7--0—5---0---2---0------------------2--| E------------------------------------------------------------------------------3--| NOTE ON THE ABOVE (AND BELOW) SOLO TAB: I’ve watched Patterson Hood play this song times, and this tab is damn near on the money. The biggest difference between this and the way he plays is that he starts the solo at the 7th fret of the A string (and changes the location of the second two notes accordingly), I start it at the 2nd fret of the D string. It’s just a question of which way you are more comfortable playing it, but notes are the same either way. In fact, I will tab out the second solo to begin the way Patterson plays it so you can for yourself. (INTRO/CHORUS) (G) C G D G Steve Mc-Queen, Steve Mc-Queen C G D G W hen I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be C G D G Steve Mc-Queen, Steve Mc-Queen C G D G The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen C G D G I’d drive real fast everywhere no one would ever catch me C G D G And I’d kick your ass if you pissed me off so be careful what you ask me C G D G And I’d never have an empty bottle or an empty bed C G D G And as cool as Paul Newman is I bet Steve could whup his head Steve McQueen... (Repeat Chorus) C G D G Bullet was my favorite movie that I’d ever seen C G D G I totaled my go-cart trying to imitate that chase scene C G D G That Duster had six hubcaps, know what I mean C G G And I love the way they all flew off when it landed in that ra-vine Steve McQueen…(Repeat Chorus) C G D G I really loved The Getaway back when I was eight C G D G That pussy Alec Baldwin sucked in the remake C G D G (Short instrumental break) C G D G And speaking of pussy, I guess Steve got it all C… G… D……. He fucked Faye Dunaway and he fucked Ali McGraw C G D G Steve Mc-Queen, Steve Mc-Queen C G D G When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be C G D G Steve Mc-Queen, Steve Mc-Queen C G D G The coolest goddamn motherf**ker on the silver screen (yee-haw) (Suddenly the scene turns slow and somber, as a campfire harp plays in the background. On the album version of this song, the guitar here just plays the root note of the chord during this verse. For my acoustic rendition I simply strum each chord once during the first two lines, then strum the chords SLOWLY and SADLY on the third line. Then, sometimes I do the same on the fourth line, and sometimes I sing it acapella. I will include the just in case you wish to strum it.) C G D G I went to see The Hunter on my first date C G G The Hunter was the last movie Steve Mc-Queen lived to make C G D C (No, it’s not G this time. And hold it dramatically) They took my drivers license when I was just six-teen C G D G The year Mesotheli-oma killed Steve Mc-Queen E--------------------------------------------------------------------------| B--------------------------------------------------------------------------| G---------------- ---------------------------------------------------------| D------------------9-----9----——-------------------------------------------| A----7-(slide)10------------0—2—5—2--5----0--7--0—5---0---2---0----2----5--| (continued next line of tab…) E--------------------------------------------------------------------------| E--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3-----| B--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3-----| G---------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------0-----| playing this G again) A----5---7-(slide)10------------0—2—5—2--5----0--7--0—5---0---2---0---------------------2----| E---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------3----| (G) C G D G Steve Mc-Queen, Steve Mc-Queen C G D G When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be C G D G Steve Mc-Queen, Steve Mc-Queen C G D G The coolest goddamn motherf**ker on the silver screen C G D G The coolest goddamn motherf**ker on the silver screen C G D G The coolest goddamn motherf**ker on the silver screen C G D C (C again, and the hell out of this chord for a bit) The coolest goddamn motherf**ker on the silver screen… (Then really WAIL the last line…) STEEEEEEVE MAAAAAACQUEEEEEEEEN!!!! (Then just beat the hell out of G for the outtro…) (c) 1998 Soul Dump Music dedicated to my grandfather W. M. Patterson (Mesothelioma is a rare cancer of the lining of the lung caused by exposure to asbestos. mortality rate is known to be extremely high.) __________________________________________________________________________________ BUTTHOLEVILLE ------------------| ------------------| ------------------| -22---2--22---2---| -00-3-0--00-3-0---| ------------------| A Tired of living in Buttholeville Tired of my job and my wife Lucille D Tired of my kids Ronnie and Neil A Tired of my 68 Bonneville Working down at Billy Bob’s Bar and Grille The food here tastes like the way I feel D There’s a girl on the dance floor dressed to kill A She’s the best looking woman in Buttholeville A One day I’m gonna get out of Buttholeville Gonna reach right in Gonna grab the till D Buy a brand new hat and a Coupe deVille A lay a patch on the road that runs over the hill There’s a beach somewhere where the water’s are still Gonna lay in the sun till my skin peals D Drinking the best scotch whiskey, eating lobster and eel A and I’m never going back to Buttholeville A G Never going, never going, never going never going back! lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Adam’s House Cat (Cooley, Cahoon, Hood, Tremblay) ©1990 Cat House Music (ASCAP) additional music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, and Stacy) ©1998 Soul Dump Music originally written in July 1988 a lot of folks back home really take issue with (and to a large extent misunderstand) song. back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ SANDWICHES FOR THE ROAD All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road lay them out across the dash in the August sun and if they turn green don’t be afraid nothing can hurt you but yourself nothing can hurt you but yourself I been given to visions from time to time (Mighty fields of vision) and the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes Go ahead, point it at me, I ain’t scared nothing can hurt you but yourself nothing can hurt you but yourself and if you see me on the street and if I whop you on the head you probably got it coming and if you hit me back, we’ll call it even, but I ain’t going down easy cuz my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama. So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette something’s gonna get us yet Cuz I got ashes in my throat and I ain’t got no vote it’s just the way I stand myself nothing can hurt you but yourself nothing can hurt you but yourself lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff) ©1998 Soul Dump Music written for and dedicated to the great Eddie Hinton (His masterpiece, “Very Extremely Dangerous” is now available on Capricorn Records. Fidelity has also recently released “Letters From Mississippi” and it is very fine.) Thanks to Johnny “Sailcat” Wyker, Wayne Perkins, Dick Cooper, and Jimmy Johnson for the folklore.