(Em)

Em                    A                       Em
I found myself in the comfort of the southern again
      Em                A                               Em
Well, hell is coming to breakfast, you better make some space
G                  A                         Em
The devil runs his fingers down the spine of fate
G                  A                     Em
Grins at me with a smile that spells out hate

G                        A
Spins his chamber of his gun
             G                   A
There´s only one soul loaded for fun
          Em
Much more fun

           G
Well, it´s much more fun
A
Much more fun
G
Much more fun
A
Much more fun
                      Em
In the comfort of the devil again

Em                   A           Em
Slides his pistol of sin over to me
Em                                A                 Em
I´ve caught the trigger, close my eyes and count to three
G                     A                   Em
I squeeze tight wham, bam, bang, oh, dear me
G               A               Em
What you say we make it best of three

G                        A
Spins his chamber of his gun
             G                  A
There´s only one soul in it for fun
          Em
Much more fun

         G
Oh, it´s much more fun
A
Much more fun
G
Much more fun
A
Much more fun
                      Em
In the comfort of the devil again

Solo: Em

         G
Oh, it´s much more fun
A
Much more fun
G
Much more fun
A
Much more fun
G
Much more fun
A
Much more fun

In the comfort of the devil again