In Hell I'll Be In Good Company Chords & Lyrics - The Dead South
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Tuning: E A D G B E
Author: Dredawg
[INTRO]
[Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [D7] [Gm]
(Whistle)
[Gm] [D7]
[VERSE]
[Gm]Dead Love couldn't go no further,
[Gm]Proud of and disgusted by her,
[Gm]Push shove, a little bruised and battered,
[D7]Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with[Gm] you
[Gm]My lifes a bit more colder,
[Gm]Dead wife is what I told her,
[Gm]Brass knife sinks into my shoulder,
[D7]Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do[Gm]
[CHORUS]
[Gm]I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my [Cm]knees
[Gm]It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from a [Cm]tree
After I [Gm]count down, three rounds, in [D7]Hell ill be in good compa[Gm]ny
[Gm] [D7]
[VERSE]
[Gm]Dead Love couldn't go no further,
[Gm]Proud of and disgusted by her,
[Gm]Push shove, a little bruised and battered,
[D7]Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with[Gm] you
[Gm]My lifes a bit more colder,
[Gm]Dead wife is what I told her,
[Gm]Brass knife sinks into my shoulder,
[D7]Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do[Gm]
[CHORUS]
[Gm]I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my [Cm]knees
[Gm]It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tr[Cm]ee
After I [Gm]count down, three rounds, in [D7]Hell ill be in good compa[Gm]ny
in [D7]Hell ill be in good compa[Gm]ny
in [D7]Hell ill be in good compa[Gm]ny
[OUTRO]
[Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [D7] [Gm]
(Whistle)
Author: Dredawg
[INTRO]
[Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [D7] [Gm]
(Whistle)
[Gm] [D7]
[VERSE]
[Gm]Dead Love couldn't go no further,
[Gm]Proud of and disgusted by her,
[Gm]Push shove, a little bruised and battered,
[D7]Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with[Gm] you
[Gm]My lifes a bit more colder,
[Gm]Dead wife is what I told her,
[Gm]Brass knife sinks into my shoulder,
[D7]Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do[Gm]
[CHORUS]
[Gm]I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my [Cm]knees
[Gm]It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from a [Cm]tree
After I [Gm]count down, three rounds, in [D7]Hell ill be in good compa[Gm]ny
[Gm] [D7]
[VERSE]
[Gm]Dead Love couldn't go no further,
[Gm]Proud of and disgusted by her,
[Gm]Push shove, a little bruised and battered,
[D7]Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with[Gm] you
[Gm]My lifes a bit more colder,
[Gm]Dead wife is what I told her,
[Gm]Brass knife sinks into my shoulder,
[D7]Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do[Gm]
[CHORUS]
[Gm]I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mistells, knocks me on my [Cm]knees
[Gm]It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tr[Cm]ee
After I [Gm]count down, three rounds, in [D7]Hell ill be in good compa[Gm]ny
in [D7]Hell ill be in good compa[Gm]ny
in [D7]Hell ill be in good compa[Gm]ny
[OUTRO]
[Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [D7] [Gm]
(Whistle)
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