[Whistle D#m D#m D#m D#m - D#m D#m C# C#
& Chorus] D#m D#m G#m G#m - D#m Bb7 D#m D#m
[Link] D#m D#m D#m D#m - C# Bb7 D#m D#m
Dead love couldn't go no further [Verse]
Proud of and disgusted by her (D#m D#m x3)
Push shove, a little bruised C# Bb7
and battered D#m D#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 ║ D#m>E>F>F#
[Chorus] ╚════════════════╝ D#m>E>F>F#
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 D#m D#m
In Hell, I'll be in good company D#m D#m
[Link] [Verse] [Riff] [Intro] [Chorus]
([Intro] [Chorus - Last line] C# Bb7 x2)
[Intro] [Whistle]