[Whistle    Fm Fm Fm Fm - Fm Fm D#  D#

  & Chorus] Fm Fm Bbm Bbm - Fm C7 Fm Fm

     [Link] Fm Fm Fm Fm - D#  C7 Fm Fm

Dead love couldn't go no further  [Verse]

Proud of and disgusted by her  (Fm Fm x3)

Push shove, a little bruised    D#  C7

    and battered                Fm Fm

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 ║ Fm>F#>G>G#

[Chorus]    ╚════════════════╝ Fm>F#>G>G#

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    Fm Fm

In Hell, I'll be in good company    Fm Fm

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

([Intro] [Chorus - Last line] D# C7 x2)

 [Intro] [Whistle]