The Dead South — In Hell I’ll Be In Good Comapny

[Intro]:
Am Dm Am Dm Am E7 Am
/*Whistle*/

Am  E7

[Verse]:
Am
Dead Love couldn't go no further,
Am
Proud of and disgusted by her,
Am
Push shove, a little bruised and battered,
E7                              Am
Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with you
Am
My lifes a bit more colder,
Am
Dead wife is what I told her,
Am
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder,
E7                                  Am
Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do

[Chorus]:
Am
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
                                                                   Dm
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my knees
Am                                                                 Dm
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from a tree
        Am                           E7                       Am
After I count down, three rounds, in Hell ill be in good company

[Instrumental]:
Am  E7

[Verse]:
Am
Dead Love couldn't go no further,
Am
Proud of and disgusted by her,
Am
Push shove, a little bruised and battered,
E7                              Am
Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with you

Am
My lifes a bit more colder,
Am
Dead wife is what I told her,
Am
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder,
E7                                  Am
Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do

[Chorus]:
Am
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
                                                                   Dm
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my knees
Am                                                                 Dm
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree
        Am                           E7                       Am
After I count down, three rounds, in Hell ill be in good company
    E7                       Am
 in Hell ill be in good company
    E7                       Am
 in Hell ill be in good company

[Outro]:
Am Dm Am Dm Am E7 Am
(Whistle)