Its basically just verse - G B C G, C G D and chorusish part - C G D G, C G D [Paul] G B C G The Spanish moss drapes the tree line so thick I can barely see C G D the path in front of me, walking this morning. G B C G Underneath the sun, without a cloud to block out Heaven, C G D or maybe up there is the devil. I'm not certain. C G D G The Lord's Glory is Terrible, but Just, and I am ready C G D to go forth into battle as His weapon. G B C G But I ain't seen a single soul since I came into Moss Bluff. C G D It makes me wonder what I've done to lose God's grace. G B C G Down the road a great tree reaches up to rival Heaven. C G D Or maybe up there is the devil, at least in this place. C G D G The price for God's Protection is Heavy, but I will yield C G D so I can go forth into battle with His shield. G B C G A crowd gathers around down there beneath the mighty branches, C G D the red leaves and blackened apples of the tree. G B C G They sing and dance a twisted joy that's not a thing of heaven. C G D It must be of the Devil, plain to see. C G D G The flames of the Lord's Justice burn with Cruelty, but Precision C G D against all who deny they are His children. G B C G So turn now to the Righteous path, for God will not be waiting C G D to grab your soul from Satan at the End Times. G B C G The crowd scatters away, leaving just one man in the picture. C G D He breathes of darkness, sips of liquor red as wine. C G D G And I reach for the lord's sword, but there's nothing for me to grab C G D as the sky turns red and the sun goes black. [Tommy] G B C G Well preacher man, this must be the first day you've been in town. C G D If you need a guide to what's around, Hell, I'll oblige. G B C G You see I wipe my ass with scripture, I spit on the gates of heaven. C G D Fool, you're talkin' to the Devil, are you blind? C G D G Satan's Price is Terrible and collected without reason. C G D But drink here of this gin and you could meet him.
