In Hell Ill Be In Good Company - The Dead South
Int
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1.
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Dead Love couldn't go no further, proud of and disgusted by her,
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Push shove, a little bruised and battered,
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Oh Lord I ain't comin' home with you
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My lifes a bit more colder, dead wife is what I told her,
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Brass knife sinks into my shoulder,
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Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do
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Ref1
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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
F
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mis-spells, knocks me on my knees
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It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree
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After I count down, three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company
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1.
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Ref2
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I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
F
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, mis-spells, knocks me on my knees
GmCm
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
Out
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in Hell I'll be in good company
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in Hell I'll be in good company
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