Sympathy For The Devil
by The Rolling Stones · tab for chromatic harmonica
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Please al-low me to in-tro-duce my-self
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been a-round for a long, long year
Stole man-y a man's soul and faith
I was a-round when Je-sus Christ
Had his mo-ment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pi-late
Washed his hands and sealed His fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puz-zling you
Is the na-ture of my game
Stuck a-round St. Pe-ters-burg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his min-is-ters
An-a-sta-sia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen-'ral's rank
When the Blitz-krieg raged
And the bod-ies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
Oh yeah Ah, what's puz-zling you
Is the na-ture of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten dec-ades
For the gods they made
I shout-ed out,
"Who killed the Ken-ne-dys?"
When af-ter all It was you and me
Let me please in-tro-duce my-self
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for trou-ba-dours
Who get killed be-fore they reach Bom-bay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puz-zling you
Is the na-ture of my game, oh yeah,
Well, get down hit it
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's con-fus- ing you
Is just the na-ture of my game
Just as ev-'ry cop is a crim-i-nal
And all the sin-ners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lu-ci-fer
'Cause I'm in need of some re-straint
So if you meet me
Have some cour-te-sy
Have some sym-pa-thy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned pol-i-tesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste,
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name,
But what's puz-zling you
Is the na-ture of my game