Devil Danced In Empty Pockets

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Date: Thu, 28 Dec 1995 14:56:23 -0600
From: Ken Keefover 

 
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If The Devil Danced (In Empty Pockets)
Written by Kim Williams & Ken Spooner.
c1989 Cross Keys Pub. & Texas Wedge Music.
Performed by Joe Diffie.


 C7: 032310     
 A7: x02020     
 G/D: 320033   
 C#dim: 002323

 D7: xx0212   
 A/C#: 043330   
 B7/
 Eb: 021202     
 G/B: x20003

 Em: 022000     
 B7: 021202   
 Abdim: xx0101      
 G6: 3x0000


Verse 1:
   
 C7                                                 
 G
Diablo motors had a hell of a sale, downtown yesterday,
    
 C7                               
 A7                    
 D
Word got around, no money down, take years and years to pay.
      
 C7                                                        
 G
When I got there the lot was bare, but the salesman said hold on.
      
 C7          
 C#dim     
 G/D    
 B7/
 Eb  
 E  
 A7    
 D7            
 G
For a little cash, I gotta two-tone Nash     out behind the barn.

Chorus

 G                                     
 A7
If the Devil danced in empty pockets, he'd have a ball in mine.
       
 D                                       
 G6          
 Abdim      
 Am
With a nine foot grand, a ten piece band and a twelve girl chorus line.

 D        
 G                                          
 A
I'd raise some loot in a three piece suit, give 'em one dance for a dime,
   
 G/B 
 C       
 A/C#       
 G/D 
 B/D# 
 E7  
 A              
 D7        
 G
If the Devil Danced in empty  pockets, he'd have a ball in mine.

Verse 2:
     
 C7                                                     
 G
Well he said friend it ain't the end let's see what I can do.
       
 C7                           
 A7                 
 D
If you own a home, I've got a loan, tailor made for you.
     
 C7                                                             
 G
Then above the racket a voice in my jacket said, "I'll tote the note."
    
 C7            
 C#dim         
 G/D 
 B7/
 Eb 
 E          
 A7         
 D7        
 G
The devil made me do it, talked me  in    to it, and that was all she wrote.

Chorus

Bridge

 Em                                          
 B7                 
 Em
They say debt is a bottomless pit where the devil likes to play.
                                                  
 A7               
 D
I'd sell my soul to get out of this hole, but there'd be hell to pay.

Chorus