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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dead South
The Dead South
Performer
Nathaniel Hilts
Nathaniel Hilts
Vocals
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Mandolin
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Banjo
Danny Kenyon
Danny Kenyon
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Hilts
Nate Hilts
Songwriter
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Songwriter
Danny Kenyon
Danny Kenyon
Songwriter
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nik Kozub
Nik Kozub
Mastering Engineer
Kyle "Rhubarb" Halvorson
Kyle "Rhubarb" Halvorson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'd give this an introduction, but I don't think it needs one
[Verse 2]
Dead love couldn't go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh, Lord, I ain't coming home with you
[Verse 3]
My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh, babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
[Verse 4]
I see my redhead, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze
The stage, it smells, tells, Hell's bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on the tree
After I count down, three rounds in Hell, I'll be in good company
[Verse 5]
Dead Love couldn't go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh, Lord, I ain't coming home with you
[Verse 6]
My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh, babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
[Verse 7]
I see my redhead, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze
The stage, it smells, tells, Hell's bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on the tree
After I count down, three rounds in Hell, I'll be in good company
[Verse 8]
In Hell, I'll be in good company
In Hell, I'll be in good company
Written by: Colton Crawford, Danny Kenyon, Nate Hilts, Scott Pringle
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