Chords for JOHN FULLBRIGHT - "Satan and St. Paul" (Live in Malibu, CA) #JAMINTHEVAN
Tempo:
121.3 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
Bm
B
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
How many slates can you get out of one of these things?
About a thousand, two thousand.
Kick the tires on a little bit.
[B] [D]
[Bm] [G]
This is John Fulbright, jamming the van in Malibu, song called Satan St.
Paul.
[F#m]
[G#] [A]
[A#] [Bm]
[B] [D]
[E] [F#]
[C#m] [F#m] [E] [A]
[A#] [Bm]
[C] [C#] [F#]
[B] [F#] Don't tell [F#m] me that you love [F#] me.
I [A] got nothing left in terms.
[A#] [B] Except [Bm] this empty [B] bag of promises.
[F#] [D] Second degree burns [F#m] on the tips of my fingers.
[C#m] [A] From touching certain fruit [E] that [B] I never [C#] should have touched in the [F#] first place.
[B] [F] [F#m] The sky is draining fire, [C#m] but [A] I think I'll go to bed.
[E] [Bm] Cause there ain't much you can do [F#] when [D] it burns down your head.
[F#m] Except to beg for mercy [C#m] from [A] this little hell that you created.
[B] On [Bm] the corner [C#] of Satan and St.
[F#m] Paul.
[A]
[B] [D]
[E] [F#]
[F#m] [A]
[Bm]
[C#] [C#m] [F#m]
[F#] [Bm]
My [C#] cup is running [C#m] through.
[F#m]
[E] [Bm]
[C#m] And it runs down [F#m] in my [F#] [A] eyes.
[B]
Maybe [C#m] when I'm a little [F#m]
old.
[D] [F#m] [Bm]
But I won't tell [C#] myself so many [B] [C#] lies.
[F#] It took me [F#m] twenty years [A] just to find myself a pen.
[C#m] Oh, [Bm] to write down [B] every word.
[D] Just to scratch them out again.
[F#m] Oh, I could use another twenty years [A] to fix the last fifteen.
[B] But it never [C#] seems to work to [F#m] my advantage.
[B] [F#] [F#m] I'm walking here on rusted [A] nails.
With broken wings and [A#] battered [Bm] sails.
I told you that I'm leaving.
But [D] I'm probably telling [E] lies.
Now [F#m] if only I could make it [A] out.
Within the Colorado.
[Bm] I'd forget [C#] out of Satan [E] and St.
[F#m] Paul.
[D] [Bm] I'd be calling the murder [C#] of Satan and St.
[F#m] Paul.
[D] [C#m] [Bm] Get me [C#] out of Satan and St.
Paul.
[F#m]
Get me out of Satan and St.
Paul.
About a thousand, two thousand.
Kick the tires on a little bit.
[B] [D]
[Bm] [G]
This is John Fulbright, jamming the van in Malibu, song called Satan St.
Paul.
[F#m]
[G#] [A]
[A#] [Bm]
[B] [D]
[E] [F#]
[C#m] [F#m] [E] [A]
[A#] [Bm]
[C] [C#] [F#]
[B] [F#] Don't tell [F#m] me that you love [F#] me.
I [A] got nothing left in terms.
[A#] [B] Except [Bm] this empty [B] bag of promises.
[F#] [D] Second degree burns [F#m] on the tips of my fingers.
[C#m] [A] From touching certain fruit [E] that [B] I never [C#] should have touched in the [F#] first place.
[B] [F] [F#m] The sky is draining fire, [C#m] but [A] I think I'll go to bed.
[E] [Bm] Cause there ain't much you can do [F#] when [D] it burns down your head.
[F#m] Except to beg for mercy [C#m] from [A] this little hell that you created.
[B] On [Bm] the corner [C#] of Satan and St.
[F#m] Paul.
[A]
[B] [D]
[E] [F#]
[F#m] [A]
[Bm]
[C#] [C#m] [F#m]
[F#] [Bm]
My [C#] cup is running [C#m] through.
[F#m]
[E] [Bm]
[C#m] And it runs down [F#m] in my [F#] [A] eyes.
[B]
Maybe [C#m] when I'm a little [F#m]
old.
[D] [F#m] [Bm]
But I won't tell [C#] myself so many [B] [C#] lies.
[F#] It took me [F#m] twenty years [A] just to find myself a pen.
[C#m] Oh, [Bm] to write down [B] every word.
[D] Just to scratch them out again.
[F#m] Oh, I could use another twenty years [A] to fix the last fifteen.
[B] But it never [C#] seems to work to [F#m] my advantage.
[B] [F#] [F#m] I'm walking here on rusted [A] nails.
With broken wings and [A#] battered [Bm] sails.
I told you that I'm leaving.
But [D] I'm probably telling [E] lies.
Now [F#m] if only I could make it [A] out.
Within the Colorado.
[Bm] I'd forget [C#] out of Satan [E] and St.
[F#m] Paul.
[D] [Bm] I'd be calling the murder [C#] of Satan and St.
[F#m] Paul.
[D] [C#m] [Bm] Get me [C#] out of Satan and St.
Paul.
[F#m]
Get me out of Satan and St.
Paul.
Key:
F#m
Bm
B
A
F#
F#m
Bm
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ How many slates can you get out of one of these things?
About a thousand, two thousand. _
Kick the tires on a little bit. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
This is John Fulbright, jamming the van in Malibu, song called Satan St.
Paul.
[F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A#] _ [Bm] _ _
_ [C] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] Don't tell [F#m] me that you love [F#] me.
I [A] got nothing left in terms.
[A#] [B] Except [Bm] this empty [B] bag of promises.
[F#] _ [D] Second _ degree _ burns [F#m] on the tips of my fingers.
[C#m] [A] From touching _ certain fruit [E] that [B] I never [C#] should have touched in the [F#] first place.
_ [B] _ [F] _ [F#m] _ The sky is draining fire, [C#m] but [A] I think I'll go to bed.
_ [E] [Bm] Cause there ain't much you can do [F#] when [D] it burns down your head.
[F#m] Except to beg for mercy [C#m] from [A] this little hell that you _ created.
[B] On [Bm] the corner _ [C#] of Satan and St.
[F#m] Paul. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ [Bm] _
_ My [C#] cup is running [C#m] through.
[F#m] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ [C#m] And it runs down [F#m] in my _ _ [F#] _ [A] eyes.
_ [B] _
_ Maybe [C#m] when I'm a little [F#m] _
old.
_ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _
But I won't tell [C#] myself _ so many _ [B] [C#] lies.
[F#] It took me [F#m] twenty _ years [A] just to find _ myself a pen.
[C#m] Oh, [Bm] to write down [B] every _ word.
[D] Just to scratch them out again.
_ [F#m] Oh, I could use another twenty years [A] to fix the last fifteen.
_ [B] But it never [C#] seems to work to [F#m] my advantage.
_ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ [F#m] I'm walking here on rusted [A] nails.
With broken wings and [A#] battered [Bm] sails.
I told you that I'm leaving.
But [D] I'm probably telling _ [E] lies.
Now [F#m] if only I could make it [A] out.
Within the _ Colorado.
_ [Bm] I'd forget [C#] out of Satan [E] and St.
[F#m] _ Paul. _
[D] _ _ _ [Bm] I'd be calling the murder [C#] of Satan and St.
[F#m] Paul. _ _
[D] _ _ [C#m] _ [Bm] Get me [C#] out of Satan and St.
Paul.
[F#m] _
Get me out of Satan and St.
Paul. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
About a thousand, two thousand. _
Kick the tires on a little bit. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
This is John Fulbright, jamming the van in Malibu, song called Satan St.
Paul.
[F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A#] _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A#] _ [Bm] _ _
_ [C] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] Don't tell [F#m] me that you love [F#] me.
I [A] got nothing left in terms.
[A#] [B] Except [Bm] this empty [B] bag of promises.
[F#] _ [D] Second _ degree _ burns [F#m] on the tips of my fingers.
[C#m] [A] From touching _ certain fruit [E] that [B] I never [C#] should have touched in the [F#] first place.
_ [B] _ [F] _ [F#m] _ The sky is draining fire, [C#m] but [A] I think I'll go to bed.
_ [E] [Bm] Cause there ain't much you can do [F#] when [D] it burns down your head.
[F#m] Except to beg for mercy [C#m] from [A] this little hell that you _ created.
[B] On [Bm] the corner _ [C#] of Satan and St.
[F#m] Paul. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ [Bm] _
_ My [C#] cup is running [C#m] through.
[F#m] _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ [C#m] And it runs down [F#m] in my _ _ [F#] _ [A] eyes.
_ [B] _
_ Maybe [C#m] when I'm a little [F#m] _
old.
_ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _
But I won't tell [C#] myself _ so many _ [B] [C#] lies.
[F#] It took me [F#m] twenty _ years [A] just to find _ myself a pen.
[C#m] Oh, [Bm] to write down [B] every _ word.
[D] Just to scratch them out again.
_ [F#m] Oh, I could use another twenty years [A] to fix the last fifteen.
_ [B] But it never [C#] seems to work to [F#m] my advantage.
_ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ [F#m] I'm walking here on rusted [A] nails.
With broken wings and [A#] battered [Bm] sails.
I told you that I'm leaving.
But [D] I'm probably telling _ [E] lies.
Now [F#m] if only I could make it [A] out.
Within the _ Colorado.
_ [Bm] I'd forget [C#] out of Satan [E] and St.
[F#m] _ Paul. _
[D] _ _ _ [Bm] I'd be calling the murder [C#] of Satan and St.
[F#m] Paul. _ _
[D] _ _ [C#m] _ [Bm] Get me [C#] out of Satan and St.
Paul.
[F#m] _
Get me out of Satan and St.
Paul. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _