[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]