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In Hell I'll Be In Good Company

The Dead South Gm Vote rhythm

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4 years ago
[Gm] [F] [Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [D7] [Gm]
(Whistle)
[Gm] [F] [D7] [Gm]
 
[Gm]Dead Love couldn't go no further,
[Gm]Proud of and disgusted by her,
[Gm]Push shove, a little bruised and battered,
Oh [F]Lord I ain't [D7]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,
Oh [F]babe don't know [D7]what I'm gonna [Gm]do
 
[Gm]I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells,
hells bells, mis-spells, knocks me on [F]my knees
It didn't [Gm]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 [Gm]company
[Gm] [F] [D7] [Gm]
[Gm]Dead Love couldn't go no further,
[Gm]Proud of and disgusted by her,
[Gm]Push shove, a little bruised and battered,
Oh [F]Lord I ain't [D7]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,
Oh [F]babe don't know [D7]what I'm gonna [Gm]do
 
 
[Gm]I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hells
bells, mis-spells, knocks me on [F]my knees
It didn't [Gm]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 [Gm]company
in [F]Hell ill be in [D7]good [Gm]company
in [F]Hell ill be in [D7]good [Gm]company
 
Outro
[Gm] [F] [Gm] [Cm] [Gm] [D7] [Gm]
(Whistle)
 

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