| C | G | Em | |
| Here's the | story, |
| D | C | |
| I took a | country ride one | day |
| G | Em | D | |
| When the | rivers froze and the | sun began to | grey |
| => * cool break that I don't feel like transcribing |
| goes here |
| It was raining, I lost control and hit a tree. |
| When I looked up I saw a house in front of me. |
| *cool break |
| Well she let me in, there was magic in her eyes. |
| How I wish I could have seen through her disguise. |
| CHORUS(x2): C G C G |
| And you sharpen your horns, light up the night |
| C | G | D | Em | C | |
| you | twist and | you | turn, and it | leaves you up in the | air |
| Verse3: |
| Yes she's wearing a power crystal around her neck. |
| She says it helps her with her concentration. |
| And she's chanting. Her words are healing my cracked head, |
| but their meaning defies explanation |
| CHORUS(x2): |
| * cool break |
| notes: G A B C |
| E | D | C | |
| BREAK: Em D C |
| Made a fire, I gave my life to her. |
| Em | D | C | |
| Made a pact I | had to keep. | I sold my soul to her |
| Tricked by a devil girl, I sold my soul to her... |
| SOLO: |
| VERSE 4: |
| Time is running down, I could be crazy. |
| I sold my soul for seven years of pain. |
| But I'm looking back, and I'm thinking maybe. |
| The mark you make, the claim you stake, |
| these are the things remembered when you're gone. |
| CHORUS (x4) |
| "Drink more, bitch less" |
| Trey Troegel |
| ttroege@tiger.lsu.edu |