Postcards From Hell - The Wood Brothers | Guitar Chords

[Intro]
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D   | A/C# | E/B | A/C# | D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# 
D   | A/C# | E/B | A/C# | D | A/C# 
E/B | A/C# 

[Verse 1]
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D            A/C#         E/B    A/C#
 I know a man    who sings   the blues
D    A/C#                      E/B  A/C#
 Yeah    he plays just what he feels
D        A/C#             E/B        A/C#
 Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
D       A/C#             E/B A/C#
 But he never breaks the seal

[Pre-Verse (1)]
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D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# | D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# 

[Verse 2]
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D       A/C#               E/B A/C#
 Set up in  a bar room cor ___ner_
D            A/C#     E/B A/C#
 Playin' for tips and beer
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 People carryin' on and drink ___in'_
D          A/C#      E/B A/C#
 You gotta strain to hear



[Verse 3]
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D              A/C#                  E/B   A/C#
 I've seen him playin' some old cheap   guitar 
D             A/C#             E/B A/C#
 But he could play on pots and pans
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 You never heard    a soul so pure and true
D                      A/C#       E/B  A/C#
 It's flowin' right out    of his hands

[Verse 4]
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D           A/C#            E/B   A/C#
 And he can sing sweet as a choir girl
D          A/C#            E/B A/C#
 Or he can sing a house on fire
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 I've seen him callin' up the angels
D                A/C#      E/B       A/C#
 And use a breeze    for a telephone wire

[Chorus (1)]
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D
 And if you ask him
C#                          F#m
  How he sings his blues so well
E
He says
D           A/C#     D/B      A/C#
I got a soul    that I  won't sell
D           A/C#     D/B      A/C#
I got a soul    that I  won't sell
D           A/C#     D/B      A/C#
I got a soul    that I  won't sell
    D       A/C#     D/B            A/C#
And I don't read postcards from hell

[Pre-Verse (2)]
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D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# | D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# 
D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# | D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# 

[Verse 5]
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D            A/C#               E/B A/C#
 Says he came    from down in Texas
D        A/C#              E/B A/C#
 Playin' out since he's fifteen
D            A/C#            E/B A/C#
 You can hear    a little Chicago
D         A/C#         E/B  A/C#
 And a lot    of New Orleans

[Verse 6]
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D       A/C#          E/B          A/C#
 He can take you on a freight train
D       A/C#              E/B  A/C#
 He can take you down the alley
D       A/C#            E/B   A/C#
 He can take you to the church
D           A/C#                E/B A/C#
 He can walk    you through the valley 



[Bridge]
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D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# | D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# 
D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# | D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# 
D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# | D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# 
D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# | D | A/C# | E/B | A/C# 

[Verse 7]
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D              A/C#          E/B    A/C#
 I've seen him sleepin' in a doorway
D      A/C#      E/B A/C#
 Maybe livin' outside
D           A/C#            E/B      A/C#
 On his back    just like a cockroach
D                 A/C#   E/B A/C#
 But he ain't waitin' to die

[Chorus (2)]
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D
 And if you ask him
C#                          F#m
  How he sings his blues so well
E
He says
D           A/C#     D/B      A/C#
I got a soul    that I  won't sell
D           A/C#     D/B      A/C#
I got a soul    that I  won't sell
D           A/C#     D/B      A/C#
I got a soul    that I  won't sell
D           A/C#     D/B      A/C#
I got a soul    that I  won't sell
       D         A/C#   D/B      A/C#
That's how I sing    my blues so well
    D       A/C#     D/B        A
And I don't read postcards from hell