Ten Feet Tall - The Devil Makes Three

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You walk around this town, like it's holy land
You got good looking friends, you're a sharp dressed man
Been gettin' big, makin' me look small
It don't matter to me, cause I'm 10 feet, I'm 10 feet tall
Yeah it don't matter to me, cause I'm 10 feet, I'm 10 feet tall

Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
Did you really ever think I gave a damn about you
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
So get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend

Well you talk about your home town, let me tell you about mine
You shove your bright lights, big city, back where the sun don't shine
I hear you talkin', yes I'm lookin' at you
'Cause back where I come from, man we're laughin' at you
Yeah back where I come from, man we're laughin' at you

Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
Did you ever think I gave a damn about you
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
So get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend

Well wipe that smirk right back from where you came
As if you knew who I am, as if you knew my name
Turn around, see your back's against the wall
Too bad you didn't notice that I'm 10 feet, I'm 10 feet tall
Yeah it's too bad you didn't notice that I'm 10 feet, I'm 10 feet tall

Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
Did you really ever think I'd get down about you
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
So get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend
I'm 10 feet, I'm 10 feet tall
I'm 10 feet, I'm 10 feet tall

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The Devil Makes Three is an Americana band from Santa Cruz, California, United States. The group blends bluegrass, old time, country, folk, blues, jazz, and ragtime music. The group's members are guitarist Pete Bernhard, upright bassist Lucia Turino, and guitarist and tenor banjo player Cooper McBean.

“The rhythm is what our band is about." Says Pete Bernhard: Guitarist, Front Man. The Devil Makes Three are quite possibly the best band that you have never heard of. They have been constantly on tour, selling out dates across the country and in their neck of the woods on the West Coast drawing near capacity crowds nightly. This is all word of mouth. Over the years, the Devil Makes Three have garnered fans the old school way, playing a city, making friends, conquering fans and moving on.

Laced with elements of ragtime, blues, country, folk and rockabilly, the critically praised, drummer-less trio - consisting of Vermont native, guitarist/front man Pete Bernhard, stand-up bassist Lucia Turino and guitarist Cooper McBean, also of rural Vermont - brings forth a genuine approach to acoustic music. The sound is deeply steeped in rhythm and alive with three part harmonies, while keeping a slightly punk aesthetic to their music and especially their live shows.

Note: the following songs belong to a different band with the same name, a small local metal band from Northern Ireland:

A Lesson Unlearnt
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Feed the Greed
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