In Hell Ill Be In Good Company - The Dead South
Intro
GmGmGmGm
(Whistle)
GmGmGmGm
GmGmFF
GmGmCmCm
GmD7GmGm
GmGmGmGm
FD7GmGm
1.
Gm
Gm Dead love couldn't go no further
Gm
Gm Proud of and disgusted by her
Gm
Gm Push shove, a little bruised and battered
FD7Gm
F Oh Lord, I ain't comin' home with you
Gm
Gm My life's a bit more colder
Gm
Gm Dead wife is what I told her
Gm
Gm Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
FD7Gm
F Oh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
Gm
GmGmGmGm
Ref.
Gm
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze
GmF
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
Interlude
GmGmGmGm
FD7GmGm
2.
Gm
Gm Dead love couldn't go no further
Gm
Gm Proud of and disgusted by her
Gm
Gm Push shove, a little bruised and battered
FD7Gm
F Oh Lord, I ain't comin' home with you
Gm
Gm My life's a bit more colder
Gm
Gm Dead wife is what I told her
Gm
Gm Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
FD7Gm
F Oh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
Gm
GmGmGmGm
Ref.
Outro
(Whistle)
GmGmGmGm
GmGmFF
GmGmCmCm
GmD7GmGm
