The Dead South - In hell ill be in good company

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^AmEead Love couldn't go no further, ^AmProud of and disgusted by her, ^AmPush shove, a little bruised and battered, G. E Am Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with you ^AmMy lifes a bit more colder, ^AmEead wife is what I told her, ^AmBrass knife sinks into my shoulder, ^GOh babe don't know ^Ewhat I'm gonna do^Am

^AmI see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze. The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my kn^Gees It didn't ^Amhurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from a tr^Fee ^Dm After I ^Amcount down, three rounds, in ^EHell ill be in good company^Am

^AmEead Love couldn't go no further, ^AmProud of and disgusted by her, ^AmPush shove, a little bruised and battered, ^GOh Lord I ain't c^Eomin' home with you^Am

^AmMy lifes a bit more colder, ^AmEead wife is what I told her, ^AmBrass knife sinks into my shoulder, ^GOh babe don't know w^Ehat I'm gonna do^Am

^AmI see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze. The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my ^Gknees It didn't ^Amhurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a ^Dmtree After I ^Amcount down, three rounds, in ^E7Hell ill be in good compa^Amny

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