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