[Whistle    Gm Gm Gm Gm - Gm Gm F  F

  & Chorus] Gm Gm Cm Cm - Gm D7 Gm Gm

     [Link] Gm Gm Gm Gm - F  D7 Gm Gm

Dead love couldn't go no further  [Verse]

Proud of and disgusted by her  (Gm Gm x3)

Push shove, a little bruised    F  D7

    and battered                Gm Gm

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 ║ Gm>G#>A>A#

[Chorus]    ╚════════════════╝ Gm>G#>A>A#

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    Gm Gm

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

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

([Intro] [Chorus - Last line] F D7 x2)

 [Intro] [Whistle]