Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers

                           Originally by ZZ Top

> originally released on the "On Parole" album

Version 2.0
Last updated: September 26th, 1997

ZZ Top version tabbed by *
Mot"rized by: Gus Siewert (*)



The rhythm is repetitious, a straightforward 12 bar blue pattern. I
don't play the solo on this one, just the rhythm, so that's all I've 
provided. I play it with these chords:

Em7     075700
E       X7999X
D       X5777X
A5      57XXXX
A6      59XXXX
B5      79XXXX
B6      711XXXX

Intro (twice)
e|---------------------------|--------------------------|
B|---------------------------|--------------------------|
G|---------------------------|--------------------------|
D|--7-7--5-5-----------------|--7-7--5-5----------------|
A|-----------7-7--5-5--3-----|-----------7-7--5-5--3----|
E|------------------------5--|------------------------5-|

Main groove
e|---------------------------------|---------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------|---------------------------------------|
G|-----5------5------5-------5---5-|-----5------5------5-------------------|
D|-----5------5------5-------5---5-|-----5------5------5---------------5~~~|
A|-0-0----0-0----0-0-----0-0---0---|-0-0----0-0----0-0---------5-7p5h7-----|
E|---------------------------------|-----------------------5-7-------------|




Am7
If you see me walkin' down the line,
with my fav'rite honky tonk in mind,

well, I'll be here around suppertime
        Em7                 D     A
with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine.


A5   A6   A5   A6 etc. Em7
Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah. 

B5 B6 B5 B6 A5    A6        A5    A6        Am7 (with intro riff)
Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?



The crowd gets loud when the band gets right, 
steel guitar cryin' through the night.

Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight but 
ev'rything's cool 'cause they's just tight.

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah. 
Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?

        Ah, play it boy.
        (Solo)

The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin. 
Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in.

Soundin' a lot like a House Congressional  
'cause we're experimental and professional.

Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah. 
Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me?