The Dead South - In hell ill be in good company

^GmDead love couldn't go no further ^GmProud of n disgusted by her ^GmPushed, shoved, a little bruised and battered ^FOh lord, I ain't ^Dcoming home with you ^Gm

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

^GmI see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze ^GmThe stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my^F knees It didn't^Gm hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from a^Cm tree After I ^Gmcount down, three rounds, in ^DHell I'll be in good compan^Gmy

D^Gmead love couldn't go no further ^GmProud of n disgusted by her ^GmPushed, shoved, a little bruised and battered ^FOh lord, I ain't co^Dming home with yo^Gmu

^GmMy life's a bit more colder ^GmDead wife is what I told her ^GmBrass knife sinks into my shoulder ^FOh babe, don't know w^Dhat I'm gonna do

^GmI see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze ^GmThe stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on ^Fmy knees I^Gmt didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from a^Cm tree Aft^Gmer I count down, three rounds, i^Dn Hell I'll be in good com^Gmpany