[Whistle    G#m G#m G#m G#m - G#m G#m F#  F#

  & Chorus] G#m G#m C#m C#m - G#m D#7 G#m G#m

     [Link] G#m G#m G#m G#m - F#  D#7 G#m G#m

Dead love couldn't go no further  [Verse]

Proud of and disgusted by her  (G#m G#m x3)

Push shove, a little bruised    F#  D#7

    and battered                G#m G#m

Oh Lord, I ain't comin'    ╔═════════════

    home with you - …      ║ In Hell I'll

My life's a bit more colder   Be in Good

Dead wife is what I told her    Company

Brass knife sinks into my shoulder ══════

Oh babe, don't know what I'm

    gonna do ════════════════╗     [Riff]

            ║ The Dead South ║ G#m>A>Bb>B

[Chorus]    ╚════════════════╝ G#m>A>Bb>B

I see my red head, messed bed     [Intro]

Tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze

The stage it smells, tells, hells bells

Misspells, knocks me on my knees

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt [In-

Stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree     tro]

After I count down, three rounds    G#m G#m

In Hell, I'll be in good company    G#m G#m

  [Link] [Verse] [Riff] [Intro] [Chorus]

([Intro] [Chorus - Last line] F# D#7 x2)

 [Intro] [Whistle]