Biografía:
Adam Ezra Group has graduated from being at the top of the Boston music scene to breaking nationally in a big way. Adam Ezra's passion for smart, well written lyrics combined with the band’s tight musicianship and powerful live performances are catching the ears of fans across the country.
The band's live show is now legendary. Adam and the group ignite the stage with a captivating charisma that has often been compared to that of Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
THE DEVIL CAME UP TO BOSTON - THE ADAM EZRA GROUP
THE VERSES ACTUALLY DON'T HAVE ANY CHORDS AS IT IS SET
TO "THE DEVIL WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA" AND DURING THE
VERSES, ITS SIMPLY A SNARE DRUM. HOWEVER IF YOU JUST
PLAY WITH THE Dm WHILE PLAYING SOLO ACOUSTIC IT SOUNDS
PRETTY NICE. ENJOY!
INTRO: Dm C Dm C Bb A G F E Dm Bb C Dm
Dm
The devil came up to Boston, he was lookin' for some balls to break
he just got in from quincy, where he’d rained out a lobster bake
at the Copley T this kid was sawin' on a fiddle and smoking a butt
the devil jumped up on a globe dispenser, said dude let me tell you what
Bb C Dm
Dm
I bet you didn't know it kid, but i can fuckin' strum
You may think you’re all hot shit, you’re just a fuckin' bum
I've rocked all the hot spots from the garden to the wang
I’ll bet a lotto card and a pack of Marlb’s that you can’t fuckin' hang
Bb C Dm
Dm
The kid said my name’s Sully, and you’re a stupid fuck
If you wanna party, I’m game to earn a buck
Dm C
Sully rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Gm Dm
Shit’s going down in Boston and the devil deals the cards
Dm Gm
You could win a lotto card and pack of Marlboro’s
A
But if you lose the devil gets your soul
SOLO: Dm C Dm C Bb A G F E Dm
Dm
The devil opened up his case and said I’ll fuckin' start
Fire flew from his finger tips, damn that shit was hot
The screech across the strings got the subway cops all pissed
Then the Dropkick Murphy’s showed up and it sounded something like this
PLAY SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON INTRO: E (3x) D A
Dm
Sully said good job, but I hear that shit like every hour
I’m gonna rip it up now, then you can take a fuckin' shower
D
Oil in the harbor, watch out sailor
C
Bringin' in steamers on a Boston wailer
D
Cocked in mattapan, stealin' a truck
C
Yuppies in southie, what the fuck
SOLO: Dm C Dm C Dm C A A A A C Dm
Dm
The devil shouted pissah, cause he knew he’d just been tossed
He started chuggin vodka to soften up the loss
Sully shouted, “devil come on back if you ever wanna press you luck
I told you once you hard on, you’re a wicked stupid fuck”
OUTRO: Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm Em G A G F E Dm C Bb A Dm C Bb A Dm C Dm
THE VERSES ACTUALLY DON'T HAVE ANY CHORDS AS IT IS SET
TO "THE DEVIL WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA" AND DURING THE
VERSES, ITS SIMPLY A SNARE DRUM. HOWEVER IF YOU JUST
PLAY WITH THE Dm WHILE PLAYING SOLO ACOUSTIC IT SOUNDS
PRETTY NICE. ENJOY!
INTRO: Dm C Dm C Bb A G F E Dm Bb C Dm
Dm
The devil came up to Boston, he was lookin' for some balls to break
he just got in from quincy, where he’d rained out a lobster bake
at the Copley T this kid was sawin' on a fiddle and smoking a butt
the devil jumped up on a globe dispenser, said dude let me tell you what
Bb C Dm
Dm
I bet you didn't know it kid, but i can fuckin' strum
You may think you’re all hot shit, you’re just a fuckin' bum
I've rocked all the hot spots from the garden to the wang
I’ll bet a lotto card and a pack of Marlb’s that you can’t fuckin' hang
Bb C Dm
Dm
The kid said my name’s Sully, and you’re a stupid fuck
If you wanna party, I’m game to earn a buck
Dm C
Sully rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Gm Dm
Shit’s going down in Boston and the devil deals the cards
Dm Gm
You could win a lotto card and pack of Marlboro’s
A
But if you lose the devil gets your soul
SOLO: Dm C Dm C Bb A G F E Dm
Dm
The devil opened up his case and said I’ll fuckin' start
Fire flew from his finger tips, damn that shit was hot
The screech across the strings got the subway cops all pissed
Then the Dropkick Murphy’s showed up and it sounded something like this
PLAY SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON INTRO: E (3x) D A
Dm
Sully said good job, but I hear that shit like every hour
I’m gonna rip it up now, then you can take a fuckin' shower
D
Oil in the harbor, watch out sailor
C
Bringin' in steamers on a Boston wailer
D
Cocked in mattapan, stealin' a truck
C
Yuppies in southie, what the fuck
SOLO: Dm C Dm C Dm C A A A A C Dm
Dm
The devil shouted pissah, cause he knew he’d just been tossed
He started chuggin vodka to soften up the loss
Sully shouted, “devil come on back if you ever wanna press you luck
I told you once you hard on, you’re a wicked stupid fuck”
OUTRO: Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm Em G A G F E Dm C Bb A Dm C Bb A Dm C Dm
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