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KKid Rock • Devil Without A Cause (аккорды и текст - chords & lyrics)


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Видео «Devil Without A Cause (Kid Rock)»

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Song:Devil without a cause 
Album:Devil without a cause 


This song is based on four basic riffs using the A5,E5 and F#5 power chords, 
repeated throughout the song with slight variations. 

Riff 1 [00:42] 
-> Distortion ON 
-> Wah ON - rock wah pedal back and foward on each beat. 

E|----------------------------------------| 
B|----------------------------------------| 
G|-----x---x---x---x---------2------------| 
D|-2h4-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-4-4p2h4---4----------| 
A|----------------------------------------| 
E|----------------------------------------| 

....with different endings, based in these two: 

E|----------------------------------------| 
B|-10h12b-10h12b--or--10h12b-10h12b-10----| 
G|-------------------------------------11-| 
D|----------------------------------------| 
A|----------------------------------------| 
E|----------------------------------------| 

E|----------------------------------------| 
B|----------------------------------------| 
G|-2h4b-2---------------------------------| 
D|--------4-------------------------------| 
A|----------------------------------------| 
E|----------------------------------------| 

Riff 2 [01:54] 
-> Distortion ON 
-> Wah OFF 

F#5 A5 
E|----------------------------------------| 
B|----------------------------------------| 
G|---------------------2------------------| 
D|-4-4-x-x-x-x-x-4-x-4-2------------------| 
A|-4-4-x-x-x-x-x-4-x-4-0------------------| 
E|-2-2-x-x-x-x-x-2-x-2--------------------| 

Riff 3 [02:05] 
-> Distortion ON 
-> Wah OFF 

F#5 A5 
E|----------------------------------------| 
B|----------------------------------------| 
G|-----------------------2----------------| 
D|-4-4-x-x-4-x-x-4-x-x-4-2----------------| 
A|-4-4-x-x-4-x-x-4-x-x-4-0----------------| 
E|-2-2-x-x-2-x-x-2-x-x-2------------------| 
|________p.m._________| 

Riff 4 [03:28] 
-> Distortion ON 
-> Wah OFF 

E5 F#5 
E|----------------------------------------| 
B|----------------------------------------| 
G|----------------------------------------| 
D|-2-4--4-2-4-----------------------------| 
A|-2-4--4-2-4-----------------------------| 
E|-0-2--2-0-2-----------------------------| 

p= Pull off 
h= Hammer on 
b= Bend 
x= Hit muted strings 
p.m.= Palm mute 

I think this should help you getting started, the rest you can figure out 
by listening to the song.This is a great song to jam to! Improvise a bit and have fun! 
Any kind of feedback would be nice, so mail me if you have any corrections, comments or questions.
 



You knew that I was coming cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes

Cause it's been a long time comin'
But I finally broke like an egg yolk I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I ain't no hoe
Fuck the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine eight (nine eight)
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin correct
Flat out you diss me punk
That's when I pull a strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C-E-O
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
My motto, Be Cool...Keep Pimpin
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck's goin on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin like the K-I-D
And it's all good I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em

Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum

I'm going Platinum
I'm going Platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
Uh
Devil...Devil

Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
(Come On)
Yeah we come to party

I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin much respect from top record exec's
The cool Kid's comin up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot
Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim their down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you got a brand new team
No triple beams it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill em doc
You're too old to kid too soft to rock
Already did what most love shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt...in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time

I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
Were going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
Uh
Devil
Come on
Devil
Uh...Uh
Devil

Straight out of the streets of Taylor

3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C
I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe
Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak hoe call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wi

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