Middle

Intro 

Verse 
        E 
Simple men within the temple 
        C#m 
Singing low oh gracious light 
                 G#m 
While savages beneath the stars 
         A 
Charted souls projected flights 

           F#m 
With their axes and their swords 
      A 
Put away for the night 

        E 
Cometh song 
        D 
Cometh dance 
        A 
Cometh lute 
       F#m 
Cometh pipe 

Verse 
          E 
The road warrior Nazareth patriot 
            C#m 
Was sighing Zion in excess 
           G#m 
While the Lord and God of faces 
          A 
Donned a youthful chain and dress 

                  F#m 
You have heard it said 
 A 
Make it great again 

               E        E D 
Make your own self great 
          A 
That's a good place to begin 
  F#m 
Begin 


[Refrão]

         F#m 
When the devil plays his fiddle 
           A 
I'm gonna meet you in the middle 
 E     D  A 
Freind 


Instrumental 
E  D  A   F#m   F#m 

Verse 
         E 
With my silver droid companion 
C#m 
Beeping at my side 
       G#m 
As we gazed into the moonset 
           A 
Wondering where in space we'd hide 

         F#m 
All the green skinned princess 
    A 
In systems far away 

        E                D 
Saying proverbs I can't mean 
      A 
In a language I can't say 
      F#m 
Say-a-ay 

Verse 
            E 
And if the alkaloids illicited 
    C#m 
The origins of my mind 
               G#m 
Then why's the jackelope approaching 
         A 
Winking both its beady eyes 

       F#m 
Oh ye wizards of ineptitude 
            A 
You've conspired for my end 

        E                   D 
As the flames of hell come rollling 
        A 
On the Santa Ana wind 
     F#m 
Wi-i-ind 



[Refrão]

          F#m 
When the devil plays his fiddle 
           A 
I'm gonna meet you in the middle 
  E    D  A 
Freind 


Instrumental 
E  D  A   F#m    F#m 


Verse 
          E 
I road a steamboat through the jungle 
        C#m 
With a fever and a rod 
        G#m 
Cursing all that dared to live 
        A 
Cursing me and thee and God 

         F#m 
And the arrpws of the natives 
      A 
Lept forth and skewered me 

          E              D 
Don't we come here in a wonder 
          A 
Don't we leave in mystery 
    F#m    F#m 
Mystery 


Verse 
         E 
When we rode into the salt lake 
        C#m 
It was dead as hope itself 
        G#m 
And we beached the damned craft 
         A 
Seeking death to no avail 

                 F#m 
There will be no hell to pay 
     A 
Nah hell has come and went 

         E               D 
There is no one left to kill 
          A 
There is sand and that is it 
F#m 
It 


[Refrão]

          F#m 
When the devil plays his fiddle 
           A 
I'm gonna see it in the middle 
  E    D  A 
Freind 


Outro 
E  D  A   F#m    
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