Chords for Allison Russell - Demons (Official Audio)
Tempo:
71.2 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
Ab
F
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Abm] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] them they're all my life.
[Bb] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can [E] of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the face, [Eb] they don't like how sunlight tastes.
[Bb] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Standing on the corner, waiting on a snooze.
She said, I have such bad [Ab] luck.
I got the bad hair and the bad skin.
[Eb] I just could not [Bb] understand it.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] DEMOS, them they're all my life.
[Bb] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the [Eb] face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Demons in my [Eb] three, in my six, in my [Bb] nine, used to be so damn terrifying.
[Ab] So we put them on the bus, go over there to let them [Eb] dry.
Turn them all into three, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
[Bb] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] them they're all my [Bb] life.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the [Eb] face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Freedom riders sing, freedom singers ride, lift us up to their good [Ab] fight.
Can we carry that song, that shield, that crown, [Eb] every last child in every last [Bb] town.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, them they're all my [Bb] life.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of [Eb] brine.
Oh, turn [Ab] around, look them in the face, they don't like how sunlight tastes.
No, no, [Bb] no, no, no, no, no.
[Bbm] [Bb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb] Crush that [G] fuss, send your [Eb] demons to the back of [F] the bus.
No matter how they holler, [Ab] no matter how they moan, [Gm] they can't change where they're [Bb] going.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] DEMOS, them they're all my [Bb] life.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Eb] Oh, turn around, look them in the face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Crush that fuss, send your demons to the back of the bus.
[Eb] [Bb] [Bb] [F]
[N]
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Abm] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] them they're all my life.
[Bb] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can [E] of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the face, [Eb] they don't like how sunlight tastes.
[Bb] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Standing on the corner, waiting on a snooze.
She said, I have such bad [Ab] luck.
I got the bad hair and the bad skin.
[Eb] I just could not [Bb] understand it.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] DEMOS, them they're all my life.
[Bb] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the [Eb] face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Demons in my [Eb] three, in my six, in my [Bb] nine, used to be so damn terrifying.
[Ab] So we put them on the bus, go over there to let them [Eb] dry.
Turn them all into three, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
[Bb] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] them they're all my [Bb] life.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the [Eb] face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Freedom riders sing, freedom singers ride, lift us up to their good [Ab] fight.
Can we carry that song, that shield, that crown, [Eb] every last child in every last [Bb] town.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, them they're all my [Bb] life.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of [Eb] brine.
Oh, turn [Ab] around, look them in the face, they don't like how sunlight tastes.
No, no, [Bb] no, no, no, no, no.
[Bbm] [Bb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb] Crush that [G] fuss, send your [Eb] demons to the back of [F] the bus.
No matter how they holler, [Ab] no matter how they moan, [Gm] they can't change where they're [Bb] going.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] DEMOS, them they're all my [Bb] life.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Eb] Oh, turn around, look them in the face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Crush that fuss, send your demons to the back of the bus.
[Eb] [Bb] [Bb] [F]
[N]
Key:
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Abm
Bb
Eb
Ab
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DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind. _
[Abm] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] them they're all my life.
[Bb] _ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can [E] of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the face, [Eb] they don't like how sunlight tastes.
[Bb] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. _ _
Standing on the corner, waiting on a snooze.
She said, I have such bad [Ab] luck.
I got the bad hair and the bad skin.
[Eb] I just could not [Bb] understand it.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind. _
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] DEMOS, them they're all my life.
[Bb] _ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the [Eb] face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. _ _ _
Demons in my [Eb] three, in my six, in my [Bb] nine, used to be so damn terrifying.
[Ab] So we put them on the bus, go over there to let them [Eb] dry.
Turn them all into three, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
[Bb] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind. _
[Ab] _ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] them they're all my [Bb] life.
_ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the [Eb] face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. _ _ _
Freedom riders sing, freedom singers ride, lift us up to their good [Ab] fight.
Can we carry that song, that shield, that crown, [Eb] every last child in every last [Bb] town.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, them they're all my [Bb] life.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of [Eb] brine.
Oh, turn [Ab] around, look them in the face, they don't like how sunlight tastes.
No, no, [Bb] no, no, no, no, no. _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
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[Eb] _ _ [Bb] Crush that [G] fuss, send your [Eb] demons to the back of [F] the bus.
No matter how they holler, [Ab] no matter how they moan, [Gm] they can't change where they're [Bb] going.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] _ DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] DEMOS, them they're all my [Bb] life.
_ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Eb] Oh, turn around, look them in the face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Crush _ _ _ _ that fuss, send your demons to the back of the bus.
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind. _
[Abm] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] them they're all my life.
[Bb] _ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can [E] of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the face, [Eb] they don't like how sunlight tastes.
[Bb] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. _ _
Standing on the corner, waiting on a snooze.
She said, I have such bad [Ab] luck.
I got the bad hair and the bad skin.
[Eb] I just could not [Bb] understand it.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind. _
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] DEMOS, them they're all my life.
[Bb] _ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the [Eb] face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. _ _ _
Demons in my [Eb] three, in my six, in my [Bb] nine, used to be so damn terrifying.
[Ab] So we put them on the bus, go over there to let them [Eb] dry.
Turn them all into three, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
[Bb] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind. _
[Ab] _ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] them they're all my [Bb] life.
_ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Ab] Oh, turn around, look them in the [Eb] face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. _ _ _
Freedom riders sing, freedom singers ride, lift us up to their good [Ab] fight.
Can we carry that song, that shield, that crown, [Eb] every last child in every last [Bb] town.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, them they're all my [Bb] life.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of [Eb] brine.
Oh, turn [Ab] around, look them in the face, they don't like how sunlight tastes.
No, no, [Bb] no, no, no, no, no. _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] Crush that [G] fuss, send your [Eb] demons to the back of [F] the bus.
No matter how they holler, [Ab] no matter how they moan, [Gm] they can't change where they're [Bb] going.
DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, coming up from behind.
[Ab] _ DEMOS, DEMOS, [Eb] DEMOS, them they're all my [Bb] life.
_ DEMOS, DEMOS, DEMOS, till the can of brine.
[Eb] Oh, turn around, look them in the face, they don't like how sunlight [Bb] tastes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Crush _ _ _ _ that fuss, send your demons to the back of the bus.
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _