[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]