In Hell I'll Be in Good Company - The Dead South
Gm - Gm
Gm - Gm - Gm - F
Gm - D# - Gm-D7 - Gm
Gm - Gm - F-D7 - Gm
1.
Gm
Dead Love couldn’t go no further
Gm
Proud of and disgusted by her
Gm
Push, shove a little, bruised and battered
FD7Gm
Oh, Lord, I ain’t comin’ home with you
2.
Gm
My life’s a bit more colder
Gm
Dead wife is what I told her
Gm
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
FD7Gm
Oh, babe, don’t know what I’m gonna do
Gm-D - Gm - Gm
Ref.
GmGm
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze
GmF
The stage, it smells, tells, hells bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees
GmD#
It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree
GmD7Gm
After I count down three rounds, in Hell I’ll be in good company
Gm - Gm - F-D7 - Gm
1.
2.
Gm-D - Gm - Gm
Ref.
Post.
GmGmFD7
Gm Gm In Hell I’ll be in good company͟
GmGmFD7
Gm Gm In Hell I’ll be in good company͟
Gm - Gm
Gm - Gm - Gm - F
Gm - D# - Gm-D7 - Gm
