[Whistle C#m C#m C#m C#m - C#m C#m B B
& Chorus] C#m C#m F#m F#m - C#m G#7 C#m C#m
[Link] C#m C#m C#m C#m - B G#7 C#m C#m
Dead love couldn't go no further [Verse]
Proud of and disgusted by her (C#m C#m x3)
Push shove, a little bruised B G#7
and battered C#m C#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 ║ C#m>D>D#>E
[Chorus] ╚════════════════╝ C#m>D>D#>E
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 C#m C#m
In Hell, I'll be in good company C#m C#m
[Link] [Verse] [Riff] [Intro] [Chorus]
([Intro] [Chorus - Last line] B G#7 x2)
[Intro] [Whistle]