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Bullet Hole

Bullet Hole Intro Lead

GC I chased the dream of my father’s calling GD Lost my freedom for a couple of years GC I Found redemption in a backstreet angel GDG And drove a way just fightin’ back the tears

GC Let the good times roll down on the bayou GD That woman could make a rambler stay GC Heard Texas calling but I didn’t heed the call GDG Swore good lord, wasn’t going back that way

GC I tried my luck by the lights of Broadway GD Gave it my best shot, twenty years too late GC I guess the country, that I grew up with GDG Packed it up and headed to the Lone Star State

GC I can’t predict where this country’s going GD No cause to hate, cause it ain’t my call GC Best a man can do is leave a mark like a bullet hole GDG Interned within the devil’s backbone wall

GC Got lost awhile on the Devil’s Highway GD Aces & Eights sent me away GC Best a man can do is leave a mark like a bullet hole GDG If you’ll have me back, I’m headed Texas way GC Best a man can do is leave a mark like a bullet hole GDG Interned within the devil’s backbone wall

She Don't Care no More

She Don’t Care No More - JakeDouglasMusic 2015

E A E A E She don’t care no more, no she don’t care no more B7 Gone are the words that healed the pain A Back road anthems are the new cocaine E B7 E Now she don’t care no more

E A E A E She don’t cry no more, she don’t even lie no more B7 Once so lonesome, she could cry A Now it all changed in the blink of an eye E B7 E Now she don’t cry no more

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E A E A E She don’t feel no more, no, she don’t feel no more B7 I use to hang on every word she said A Now she pumps her fist and bangs her head E B7 E But, she don’t feel no more

E A E A E She don’t write no more, no she don’t write no more B7 Now it’s all done with a big machine A Dress ‘em up pretty like an 0-K queen E B7 E No she don’t write no more

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E A E A E Now she don’t love no more, lt’s just about a buck anymore B7 Lost more crazy than Patsy Cline A Pumpin out a cowboy production line E B7 E She don’t love no more B7 Sellin herself like a two-bit whore A Leave em all screaming out, “l want more” B7 Lookin real special in your skinny jeans A Dissin on Waylon from your limousines B7 Everything changes in the course of time A Cold hard fact, she was never mine

E B7 E She don’t care no more A B7 E7

Money in the Bank

Money in the Bank - Jake Douglas Music 2015

A D A E Nobody swings no-more in Nashville, they say it’s past its prime A D E A No boogie-woogie on the radio, less you go back in time D A E A They got a whole new sound, if you go downtown, it don’t sound much like Hank D A Now It’s all about that bass, pumpin right in your face B7 E7 And putting lots of money in the bank

A D A E Nobody swings no-more in Nashville, they say it’s just not fun A D E A No Jimmy Rogers train songs, no Blue Yodel #1 D A E A They sing about bonfires and jacked-up trucks, hangin out down by the lake D A Down a dirt road, on a warm summer night B7 E7 Counting all the hearts they can break

A D A E Nobody swings no-more in Nashville, they say it’s just won’t sell A D E A They still call it country music, sometimes it’s tough to tell D A E A All the kids line up just to spend their bucks, like they got money to burn D A Steven, and Hootie and Cheryl Crow B7 E7 Lining up to take their turn

A D A E Nobody swings no-more in Nashville, a sound you just wont find A D E A No more old timey tunes, nobody seems to mind D A E A Sometimes I feel time has passed me by, gets me feelin down D A Time to move on, gotta say so-long B7 E7 Go find that outlaw sound

A D A E Nobody swings no-more in Nashville, they say it’s past its prime A D E A No boogie-woogie on the radio, less you go back in time D A E A They got a whole new sound, if you go downtown, it don’t sound much like Hank D A Now It’s all about that bass, pumpin right in your face B7 E7 And putting lots of money in the bank

A D A E Nobody swings no-more in Nashville, they say it’s past its prime A D E A No boogie-woogie on the radio, less you go back in time

Never Goin' Back to Texas

Never Goin Back to Texas – Jake Douglas 2015

A E A You’ll never catch me in Texas, now that I have done my time A E A And to all the folks that fought for it, and put their lives on the line A D A Santa Anna wrecked the Alamo, tried to burn it to the ground A E A D/A Then he quit in Jacinto, ‘cause it just weren’t much a town

A D A I’m Never Goin Back to Texas, I’m here to tell you all why A E A(7) Second thought, I can’t say it, without telling you a lie A D A Maybe everything’s bigger, and the stars shine so bright A E A D/A If you think that you can make me, boy there’s gonna be a fight

A E A I know there’s so many places, I can play my guitar A E A But I can do that right here, not even get in a car A D A So, they got senioritas, and those old outlaw sounds A E A D/A I’ll just listen on my radio, and never have to leave town

A D A I’m Never Goin Back to Texas, I’m here to tell you all why A E A(7) Second thought, I can’t say it, without telling you a lie A D A Maybe everything’s bigger, and the stars shine so bright A E A D/A If you think that you can make me, boy there’s gonna be a fight

A E A I say to hell with San Antone, and that old dusty river walk A E A Playing classics with the boys, on a stump in Luckenbach A D A There’s always Gruene Hall, and Cheatham Street too A E A D/A Drinkin beer and playin music, about all there is to do

A D A I’m Never Goin Back to Texas, Lord I’m here to testify A E A(7) Second thought, I can’t say it, because I cannot tell a lie A D A Maybe everything’s bigger, and the stars shine so bright A E A If you think they’ll take me back, then someday I just might, but

A D An old friend called from Nashville, D A She asked if I could come around A E She said “boy bring that guitar”, A D E Am you gotta’ hear this brand new sound

Down Smokey Row

Down Smokey Row - JakeDouglasMusic 2015 [E 12 bar]

Down on Bourbon, they let the good times roll Down on Bourbon, they let the good times roll Les bons temps rouler... Tu le ton son temps

Down Pirate’s alley, a prison break was planned, Down Pirate’s alley, a prison break was planned, Jackson made a deal, Brits are gonna be dammed

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Down Smokey Row, they got some real fine girls Down Smokey Row, they got some real fine girls They can raise your spirits, or put you in the ground

Down on Bourbon, they let the good times roll Down on Bourbon, they let the good times roll Les bons temps rouler... Tu le ton son temps

Betsy and Camille, they done tore up this town Betsy and Camille, sure tore up this ol’ town Katrina came a callin, tried to shut it down

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But you can’t whip a Cajun, cause they just don’t quit Can’t whip a Cajun, cause they just don’t quit The water keep a comin, they keep pumpin it

Down on Bourbon, they let the good times roll Down on Bourbon, they let the good times roll Les bons temps rouler... Tu le ton son temps

Way Down dem Bayous, they got the Rougarou Way Down dem Bayous, they got the Rougarou You may never see one, but its a gonna see you

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Gonna never come home, cause l got a Bayou girl Gonna never come home, l got me a Bayou girl She don’t wear no shoes, l don’t cry no more

Down on Bourbon, they let the good times roll Down on Bourbon, they let the good times roll Les bons temps rouler... Tu Ie ton son temps Liaises Les bons temps rouler... Tu Ie ton son temps

Sinners and Seekers

Sinners and Seekers - JakeDouglasMusic 2015

AGAG:|:| They say in New Orleans the ladies are pretty, fueled by whisky and wine AGAG:| Lord as my witness, it’s been way too long, searching souls and doin my time DGDG:| Fed 61, like a big muddy shadow, rolls through Baton Rouge AGAG:| But’ Down at the end or perhaps the beginning, the Crescent City holds the truth

AGAG:| Ol Huey Long, built this ol four-lane, like a red-carpet runway to sin AGAG:| Ms. Murphree and Jimmy, rockin Room 7, down at The Airliner lnn DGDG:| Jack in the Box, corner of Harding, you can get much more than a bite AGAG:| Angels & demons, smiles and sirens, all just a part of the night

DAGAD Sinners and seekers, and soul savin preachers, Just doin their best to get by

AGAG:| l met Becky at the 7-eleven, sitting there holding a sign AGAG:| It said praise Jesus, love one another, please help if you can, l am blind DGDG:| l asked if she knew him, she said they had met, she hoped someday he’d come back AGAG:| Traveled from Memphis, bound for New Orleans, but somehow must have lost track

DAGAD Sinners and seekers, and soul savin preachers, Just doin their best to get by

AGAG:| She grew up in Greenville, and life was so easy, couldn’t wait for what it would bring AGAG:| til she went to college, with no one to help, and trying just wasn’t her thing DGDG:| The street wasn’t either, but that’s where she landed, and learned that life is a fight AGAG:| Tricks took her soul, and a three year roll, finally took its toll and her sight

DAGAD Sinners and seekers, and soul savin preachers, Just doin their best to get by

AGAG:| Saints and redeemers, get up in between her, believing that their wisdom will heal AGAG:| But one thing she’s learned, things that come easy, never turn out to be real DGDG:| l asked if she wanted a ride to New Orleans, to find her friend Jesus, again AGAG:| She said “thank you sir”, l’ll stay right here, I said that l’d be waiting for him

DAGAD Sinners and seekers, and soul savin preachers, Just doin their best to get by DAGAD Sinners and seekers, and soul savin creatures, Just doin their best to get high

Good Luck Friend

Good Luck Friend - Jake Douglas Music Intro: and verse D A G D-A x2 Chorus: D A G Dx3 G A D

[DA] Gripped my hand, said “come on Iet’s go” grabbed her pack “Iet’s hit the road [GDA] You saved my life, just your Iuck”, laughin as she climbed into my truck [DA] “l almost burned, I touched the fire, the finish line, at the wire [GDA] Then I heard the children call my name, and saw you pull me from that flame”

[DA] Like the gods had summoned fog to clear, I pressed the gas, grabbed a gear [GDA] She laid her head down, on my lap and said “baby l’m so tired [DA] “I’ve been driving for twenty hours, just tryin’ to make ends meet [GDA] Making more in a day than a week of walkin’ on that god-damned street”

D A G D I don’t where you came from or even where you 've been D A G D But here we are, and that’s enough, to start all over again D A G D Wherever you go, that’s where you’ll be, it’s true till the end G A D Sometime’s all you need is a good luck friend

[DA] West Monroe was her hometown, At least that’s when, she said, “slow down” [GDA] She pointed left and we pulled into the Super Save parking lot [DA] Grabbed her pack, said goodbye, the children all ran, to her side [GDA] Maybe just a friend, just the same, I never even, asked her name

D A G D I don’t where you came from or even where you’ve been D A G D But here we are, and that’s enough, to start all over again D A G D Wherever you go, that’s where you’ll be, it’s true till the end G A D Sometime’s all you need is a good luck friend

[DA] I pulled out, and fought the tears, glanced into, my rear view mirror [GDA] Just an empty lot, I can’t explain, what happened on that night [DA] Did I save a life or did she, a backstreet angel sent to me [GDA] Straight from the streets to my side, if only for a moment

D A G D I don’t where you came from or even where you’ve been D A G D But here we are, and that’s enough, to start all over again D A G D Wherever you go, that’s where you’ll be, it’s true till the end G A D Sometime’s all you need is a good luck friend G A D Sometime’s all you need is a good luck friend

You Can Always Roll (But you can't Hide)

You Can Always Roll, But You Can’t Hide - Jake Douglas Music 2015

DAmCD / DCGD

A hundred dollar bill, a fresh set of fears, rolled up the highway, been six long years Came around that curve, where I crossed the line, before the beginning of doin my time Looked the same to me, but you can never go back, I see her face in the moment, it all went black You can’t erase the pain, you can’t raise the kids, gonna always wear a sign, sayin’ what you did

CGDX2 Boy you better watch the road, or you’re gonna bear the load CGDAm Take the time to get right from inside GCD You can always roll but you can’t hide

Like the little white cross, On the side of that turn, Gotta search my soul, I start to smell it burn One day l’ll come back, head to the bone, make a few friends, maybe stack some stones A long drive back, to my hometown, mama’s home cookin’ bound turn my luck around She was there for me, I wasn’t there at all, gotta’ hit the highway, just can’t take the walls

CGDX2 Boy you better watch the road, or you’re gonna bear the load CGDAm Take the time to get right from inside GCD You can always roll but you can’t hide

Bridge: CG The next rainy Monday I left town - Hit The Natchez Trace and I headed south CG A bucket of hope and a barrel of doubt, - Said “oh good lord can you help me out”

Said what l could, get right with the Man, that black water answered, fog hid the land Just the other side, of the Vicksburg cross, too thick to roll, much too thick to stop She never saw it coming, hit the overpass, Screams were loud, and flames came so fast l dragged her out, as her life flew by, She said please drive me home, so l can hug my kids tonight?

CGDX2 Boy you better watch the road, or you’re gonna bear the load CGDAm Take the time to get right from inside

CGDX2 Boy you better watch the road, or you’re gonna bear the load CGDAm Take the time to get right from inside

GCD You can always roll but you can’t hide CGD You can always roll but you can’t hide GCD You can always roll but you can’t hide

On a Rainy Monday Lyrics

On A Rainy Monday (The Devil’s Backbone Song) Capo 2 ,

G D G Em C D G D G Em C D G

I turned 18 on a rainy Monday, by Tuesday eve; I’d kissed my mom goodbye 1000 miles, 4 tanks of gas, I hit San Antone, she never even asked me, “Why?” By Friday night, I knew my fate was sealed, for 10 long years, I call this place my home 6 by 10, a steel sink, a door that slams so loud, better watch your speed on the Devil’s Backbone

Some may say that I wasn’t ready, some may say, without a doubt Well, I don’t know if it even matters, come next Tuesday I going to find out. At 10 am, I’Il watch that big gate open, head straight back to the greatest friends that l’ve known Take the Guadalupe up to Purgatory, try my steady hand at stackin’ them stones

D C G The Devil’s Backbone, is straight up Heaven’s highway D C G You can see for miles, they come from miles around D C G If your heart..., truly lies in Texas, G D G You’re not gonna find It, living in Austin-town

Momma raised me with a streak of independence, Daddy said that I was bound to fail So far, so good, I proved him right, countin’ those years, sittin’ in the Comal County Jail She came to see me every second Tuesday, she couldn’t wait till I could come back home |’lI break her heart when I call next weekend, forgive me please, I gotta do this on my own

D C G The Devil’s Backbone, is straight up Heaven’s highway D C G You can see for miles, they come from miles around D C G g If your heart..., truly lies in Texas, G D G You’re not gonna find It, living in Austin-town

Daddy’s gone but I know that he’s watchin’, he’s the one that told me ‘bout that place Perhaps he’s in that dancehall, with those spirits, shootin’ pool, just tryin’ to get a taste Tuesday morning, I opened daddy’s letter, it came last fall, but I couldn’t read it though It held these words, and hundred dollars, I guess he always knew right where I’d go

D C G The Devil’s Backbone, is straight up Heaven’s highway D C G You can see for miles, they come from miles around D C G If your heart..., truly lies in Texas, G D G You ain’t gonna Hnd lt, living in Austin-town G D G God blessed Texas with the greatest friends around

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