Tom: D
(Em)
Em A Em
I found myself in the comfort of the southern again
Em A Em
Well, hell is coming to breakfast, you better make some space
G A Em
The devil runs his fingers down the spine of fate
G A Em
Grins at me with a smile that spells out hate
G A
Spins his chamber of his gun
G A
There´s only one soul loaded for fun
Em
Much more fun
G
Well, it´s much more fun
A
Much more fun
G
Much more fun
A
Much more fun
Em
In the comfort of the devil again
Em A Em
Slides his pistol of sin over to me
Em A Em
I´ve caught the trigger, close my eyes and count to three
G A Em
I squeeze tight wham, bam, bang, oh, dear me
G A Em
What you say we make it best of three
G A
Spins his chamber of his gun
G A
There´s only one soul in it for fun
Em
Much more fun
G
Oh, it´s much more fun
A
Much more fun
G
Much more fun
A
Much more fun
Em
In the comfort of the devil again
Solo: Em
G
Oh, it´s much more fun
A
Much more fun
G
Much more fun
A
Much more fun
G
Much more fun
A
Much more fun
In the comfort of the devil again
