Chords for the Hill Country Devil, "Rats Get Fat" // GemsOnVHS™

[N] So [G] how did you guys meet?
We met because I met you.
[F] Invited me to come do a video with you in Nashville, and you put a show together, which was me,
[Bb] _ Spitshine.
[D] _ [F] Uh-huh. _ _
He's real.
It's not a show.
[A] He's not trying to be something that [C] he's not.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Better men have [F] died for less.
Rats get fat no matter where [Dm] you've been. _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] San Antonio's a [Gm] catacomb where sirens speak the tongue [Dm] of broken men. _
_ _ _ They [C] say your body is a credit card.
[D] Sell your [F] ass, they're sure to get you well.
[Dm] _
_ _ _ And if [C] they offer tainted points, [D] bleach the ends, add a [Dm] crack upon your belt. _ _
_ _ _ And it [F] wasn't all too long ago,
crying out in a [Dm] hospital gown _
_ _ _ [Bb] with a bandage torn off from the chest and [Gm] an oath [Dm] to stick the landing coming down. _
_ _ _ [C] Hard board and house was an easy out, but it [Am] don't help when the [Dm] north begins to tower. _ _
_ _ _ And every [C] second is a minute.
Every [A] minute is another [Dm] endless hour. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] Swing low,
_ _ _ sweet [F] northern wind
to guide my weary [Bb] bones. _
Don't let her bury [C] me,
[Dm] San Antonio. _ _
[Em] Don't you bury me, [Dm] San Antonio. _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ [F] Now pacing an apartment,
gifted clothes hang tattered, torn [D] and loose. _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] Now deeply green the grass must be as it calls beyond the window [Dm] of a noose. _
_ _ _ Her [C] butting cowardice is bearing teeth, a fit of shakes and [Dm] weight before the sight. _
_ _ _ So [C] I'll only kill a part of me,
[D] across the blossom shelter for [Dm] the night. _ _
_ _ _ And [F] now morning comes with vengeance,
taunted by a lie [Dm] growing wild.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Bathing in the warmth [Gm] she brings, a kick to shut down weeping like [Dm] a child. _
_ _ _ [C] So begin the false by [Am] clarity,
summon strength [Dm] to labor through the fight. _ _
_ _ _ [G] Just a thumb, a stolen wallet, [D] and a stumble [A] towards another [Dm] endless night. _ _
_ _ _ [C] So swing low,
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ mother misery, let the [Bb] shackles go.
Give [C] to reach before [F] I die alone.
[Dm] Then I know
I'll die alone. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] Better men have died less, but the [C] rest [F] get fat no [A] matter where [D] you am.
_ [N] _ _ [D] _ You guys [Bm] play [D] songs that
to hit people a little harder than a lot of people's songs.
What do you think makes a good song?
[A] What I try to do
_ [Db] perfectly [A]
convey a feeling [G] that I'm _ [A] pretty [D] universal.
[Ab] Hopefully I do a good enough [Bm] job that
[A] people can connect with something inside [D] themselves that helps them through and it helps [A] me to write them.
What about you [Bm] Hayden?
What makes a good song?
_ Authenticity.
[E] Honest storytelling [Fm] [Db] or yeah conveying emotions that you've actually felt.
I think [E] the songwriters and the people that are my heroes [C] are the people that