The Dead South - In hell i'll be in good company

^GmDead Love couldn't go no further, ^GmProud of and disgusted by her, ^GmPush shove, a little bruised and battered, ^D7Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with^Gm you ^GmMy lifes a bit more colder, ^GmDead wife is what I told her, ^GmBrass knife sinks into my shoulder, ^D7Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do^Gm

^GmI see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze. The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my ^Cmknees ^GmIt didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from a ^Cmtree After I ^Gmcount down, three rounds, in ^D7Hell ill be in good compa^Gmny

^GmDead Love couldn't go no further, ^GmProud of and disgusted by her, ^GmPush shove, a little bruised and battered, ^D7Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with^Gm you

^GmMy lifes a bit more colder, ^GmDead wife is what I told her, ^GmBrass knife sinks into my shoulder, ^D7Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do^Gm

^GmI see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze. The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my ^Cmknees ^GmIt didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tr^Cmee After I ^Gmcount down, three rounds, in ^D7Hell ill be in good compa^Gmny in ^D7Hell ill be in good compa^Gmny in ^D7Hell ill be in good compa^Gmny