Cm This town, she is a temptress a siren with gold eyes Cm She'll cut you with her kindness, she will lead you with her lies. Cm She's been called a glistening devil. She's good at keeping score Cm If you make it she's your savior, if you don't she's a w***e. Cm The roads to and from her heart are littered with grave souls. Cm They gave all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes. Cm Sure we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy and Bobby Bares. Cm She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merle's and the Music Row millionaires. Cm Bb Like a beacon she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile Gm Fm Gm Cm Bb Gm Fm Gm To a free man she's a prison, to a caged one she's a fire. Cm She's the reason there's a "Sunday Morning Coming Down". Cm "I Saw The Light", "A Boy Named Sue", "He Stopped Loving Her Today". Cm "The Pill" and "16th Avenue". Cm The Ryman, oh, she's a diamond in the crown of that wicked queen. Bb She was Roy Acuff's castle and Elvis Presley's broken dream Eb Bb It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all gloom and crass, Eb F But to find gold in this silver mine it does take balls of brass. F Cm For she's seen 'em come and seen 'em go Cm And came herself a time or two. Cm No matter how satisfied her screams sound she always wants someone new Cm The next him or them or her or all with stamina to last the night, Cm To be a star in this lady's town, you can screw or you can fight Bb Eb You see, it all comes down to money Bb Not romantic art of days gone past, Eb F If you forget that rule, you can bet your backside she will bury it in your ass. Cm A tramp, a slut, a b***h, a mutt, a thousand pawn shop guitars. Cm A nasty little needle to a vein that feeds a singer's heart. Fm She lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a junky with a limp Fm Gm The agents are her bookie and the labels are her pimp Gm I'll tell you a well-known secret of a tiny place known far and wide Fm The devil walks among us folks and Nashville is his bride. Cm Bb Of all the chaos he has caused, and done Fm His greatest trick is to every guitar-totin' dreamer Fm Gm Ab E A G The devil don't exist... but me, I shook his hand A And I know that he is real G D So devil, you can go screw yourself, and then go straight to hell. Dm Devil, devil, I feel you preying on my mind Dm A I got nine things going wrong right now and her leaving makes a dime Dm G I'm mad as hell, and drunk, and well tonight, I guess we'll see Dm A Dm If devil, devil, you're bad enough to lock horns with me Dm Level, level, in search of solid ground Dm A This swinging, swaying, side to side, is tossing me around Dm G I got a hanker for an anchor to steady up my bow Dm Level, level, tie this rebel down G Crazy, crazy, calling out my name Dm A I got one foot on the platform and the other's on a train G C Save me, save me, I know what's in store Dm C A Dm Crazy, crazy, hell, I've been there before Dm Danger, danger, the way you're looking there at me Dm A Be careful what you wish for, you might get what you don't need Dm G I'm a brush fire on a drought land, and you're a Santa Ana breeze Dm A Dm Danger, danger, don't you play around with me G Crazy, crazy, calling out my name Dm A I got one foot on the platform and the other's on a train G C Save me, save me, I know what's in store Dm C A Dm Crazy, crazy, hell, I've been there before Dm Angel, angel, heavenly body in holy jeans Dm A On second thought, get over here and wrap me in your wings Dm G Throw caution to the wind and honey, give me what I need Dm C G Bb Dm Angel, angel, love this devil, devil... out of me