The Devil Is Beating His Wife 

By David Bazan

Capo on 2

A
A white ghost, 

making his way up the west coast
				G					F#m
Trying to focus his high hopes on a vagina or two
G			   D
He's taking his chances

Meanwhile, back in his living room
Bright smiles are watching his toddler run speed trials
Over a grandmother's rug
And nature advances

F  Dm	       G
Up the interstate
E7		Am
He's been awake
    F		  G		 Em		  F	
And pretty drunk for three whole days
F	 Dm		G
No one wants to stop
 E7		 Am	    Em		F
Until they get to where they're going
	Am	   Em	       F			E  E7
I'll get to where I'm going pretty soon

	A			Em
So he takes another drink
  Em					    D
'Cause watching the scenery bleed
 Dm 			    A
Into each similar scene
 	F#m		   E  E7 
Isn?t as sweet as it 
			  F	Dm  G  E E7  Am F G  Em Em  F  Dm  G  E E7
had been in his dream
 

   A
It's faster to buy cigarettes and some cold beer
				G
If you don't rattle the cashier
					Bm
By asking her back to your room
	   E      E7  E
She's calling security


   D		     Db5 			D
Our car's on fire in the parking lot
				 A
And nobody wants it to rain
			
But God isn't listening
					D
So all of the windshields glisten
D		Db5	  D
The water and oil mix
			     A
Causing the fire to spread
					  E
To five or six innocent automobiles
				   D
Waiting in their nearby spots
				 A	
What a cruel God we've got

	F#m	    C#m       D    A
Right on, right on, right on
    Bm	     E  E7 E
Right on, right on

Right on, right on, right on

Right on, right on

   A			    Em
So he takes another drink
					D
'Cause watching the scenery bleed
 Dm			   A	
Into each similar scene
	    F#m	 E      E7            F  Dm  A
Isn't as sweet as it had been in his dreams





Tabbed by Ezra Giovanetto

Sorry, for some reason I made some of the A's D's on the last version...