Biography:
The Devil Makes Three is an Americana band from Santa Cruz, California, United States. The group blends bluegrass, old time, country, folk, blues, jazz, and ragtime music. The group's members are guitarist Pete Bernhard, upright bassist Lucia Turino, and guitarist and tenor banjo player Cooper McBean.
“The rhythm is what our band is about." Says Pete Bernhard: Guitarist, Front Man. The Devil Makes Three are quite possibly the best band that you have never heard of.
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Other songs:
- A Moment's Rest
- All Hail
- Cheap Reward
- Do Wrong Right
- Gracefully Face Down
- Graveyard
- Ol Number Seven
- Ten Feet Tall
- The Bullet
- They Call That Religion
- A Moments Rest
- Aces And Twos
- Bad Idea
- Bangor Mash
- Beneath The Piano
- Car Wreck
- Chained To The Couch
- Chains Are Broken
- Champagne And Reefer
- Chase The Feeling
- Dragging Chains
- For Good Again
- For My Family
- Forty Days
- Goodbye Old Friend
- Gracefully Facedown
- Hallelu
- Hand Back Down
- Help Yourself
- I Gotta Get Drunk
- Im Gonna Get High
- Johnson Family
- Judgement Day
- Man Tap
- Mr Midnight
- Native Son
- Never Learn
- Nobodys Dirty Business
- North Carolina
- Old Number 7
- Paint My Face
- Poison Trees
- River Deep
- Robot
- Shades
- Spinning Like A Top
- St James
- Statesboro Blues
- Stranger
- The Angel Of Death
- The Plank
- Therell Be A Jubilee
- To The Hilt
- Tow
- Uncle Harveys Plane
- What Would You Give In Exchange For Your Soul
- Working Mans Blues
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Intro: Bm, G, F#, G, F# (x2)
Bm G
Well you walk around this town like it's holy land
F# G F#
you got good lookin friends, you're a sharp dressed man
Bm G F#
Been gettin' big makin' me look small, it don't matter to me
G F# Bm G
cause i'm ten feet, i'm ten feet tall
F# G F# Bm
yeah it don't matter to me cause i'm ten feet, i'm ten feet tall
G
Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
A F#
Did you really ever think i gave a damn about you
Bm G
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
A F# G
so get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my
Bm G
friend
F# G F#
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my
Bm G
friend
F# G F#
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
well you talk about your home town, lemme tell ya about mine
Just shove your bright lights big city back where the sun don't shine
I hear you talkin yes i'm lookin at you
Cause back where i come from, men were laughin at you
yea back where i come from, men were laughin at you
Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
Did you really ever think i gave a damn about you
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
so get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Well wipe that smirk right back from where you came
as if you knew who I am as if you knew my name
turn around see your backs against the wall
it's too bad you didn't notice that i'm ten feet i'm ten feet tall
yeah it's too bad that you didn't notice that i'm ten feet i'm ten feet tall
Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
Did you really ever think i gave a damn about you
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
so get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
(and i'm ten feet, i'm ten feet tall)
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
(and i'm ten feet, i'm ten feet tall)
Bm G
Well you walk around this town like it's holy land
F# G F#
you got good lookin friends, you're a sharp dressed man
Bm G F#
Been gettin' big makin' me look small, it don't matter to me
G F# Bm G
cause i'm ten feet, i'm ten feet tall
F# G F# Bm
yeah it don't matter to me cause i'm ten feet, i'm ten feet tall
G
Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
A F#
Did you really ever think i gave a damn about you
Bm G
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
A F# G
so get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my
Bm G
friend
F# G F#
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my
Bm G
friend
F# G F#
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
well you talk about your home town, lemme tell ya about mine
Just shove your bright lights big city back where the sun don't shine
I hear you talkin yes i'm lookin at you
Cause back where i come from, men were laughin at you
yea back where i come from, men were laughin at you
Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
Did you really ever think i gave a damn about you
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
so get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Well wipe that smirk right back from where you came
as if you knew who I am as if you knew my name
turn around see your backs against the wall
it's too bad you didn't notice that i'm ten feet i'm ten feet tall
yeah it's too bad that you didn't notice that i'm ten feet i'm ten feet tall
Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
Did you really ever think i gave a damn about you
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
so get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
(and i'm ten feet, i'm ten feet tall)
oh get your head out of the clouds and get your feet back in the dirt my friend
(and i'm ten feet, i'm ten feet tall)
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