If I was the d[Dm]evil
I'd [Am]hang out in Blue Eye, Missouri
[G]Where the water and the mountain c[A]ollide
I'd [Dm]scare all the little children
And r[Am]umble around beneath the beds
[G]Tell them all kind of stories
You can't h[A]elp but get them stuck in their heads
Then I'd t[Dm]ake out some of your livestock
You can b[Am]lame it on the beast of the night
But y[G]ou know it was me
Same as y[A]ou know wrong and right
If I was the d[Dm]evil
I'd go and [Am]find your preacher man
[G]Crusty and white h[A]air
I'd [Dm]tell him that hell is on the way
S[Am]care him right out of his skin
[G]See the brimstone in his e[A]yes
Then a b[Dm]and of fat white deacons would [Am]take him far away
[G]That would be just fine with [A]me
If I was the d[Dm]evil
[Dm] [Am] [G] [A] [Dm] [Am] [G] [A]
If I was the d[Dm]evil
I'd g[Am]ather up all your dreams
And d[G]rop them to the bottom of a black la[A]goon
I'd s[Dm]teal away all your patience and s[Am]teal away all your pride
Le[G]ave you with nothing but uncontrollable f[A]ear
And t[Dm]hen I'd reveal my masterpiece
As I d[Am]ance around with the night
[G]Down in Blue Eye, Missouri
Where the w[A]ater and the mountain col[Dm]lide
[Dm] [Am] [G] [A] [Dm]
I'd [Am]hang out in Blue Eye, Missouri
[G]Where the water and the mountain c[A]ollide
I'd [Dm]scare all the little children
And r[Am]umble around beneath the beds
[G]Tell them all kind of stories
You can't h[A]elp but get them stuck in their heads
Then I'd t[Dm]ake out some of your livestock
You can b[Am]lame it on the beast of the night
But y[G]ou know it was me
Same as y[A]ou know wrong and right
If I was the d[Dm]evil
I'd go and [Am]find your preacher man
[G]Crusty and white h[A]air
I'd [Dm]tell him that hell is on the way
S[Am]care him right out of his skin
[G]See the brimstone in his e[A]yes
Then a b[Dm]and of fat white deacons would [Am]take him far away
[G]That would be just fine with [A]me
If I was the d[Dm]evil
[Dm] [Am] [G] [A] [Dm] [Am] [G] [A]
If I was the d[Dm]evil
I'd g[Am]ather up all your dreams
And d[G]rop them to the bottom of a black la[A]goon
I'd s[Dm]teal away all your patience and s[Am]teal away all your pride
Le[G]ave you with nothing but uncontrollable f[A]ear
And t[Dm]hen I'd reveal my masterpiece
As I d[Am]ance around with the night
[G]Down in Blue Eye, Missouri
Where the w[A]ater and the mountain col[Dm]lide
[Dm] [Am] [G] [A] [Dm]
