Black Lung Chords by The Dead South

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_ _ _ _ _ Basically, we are all alone at the center of a pickaxe mine.
Black love stings as the pickaxe swings and the void of the mind closes in.
The devil came and the angels sang the song of the Holy Ghost.
Tempted the soul from the bennies to the cold like the dust I spit from my mouth.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Remember the night with the barroom fight where I killed all of my best friends?
Gambled it away with a whiskey open keg and we never saw it again.
Well I had a wife that I met back in high school, her name was Lila Jean.
Saved a way to escape some place on a local miner's minor pay.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
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_ We saved so long the fault came out young, at least 27 times.
Fell through [Bm] floorboards in the deep, dark, darkness, we [Em] never saw it again.
So West Virginia's home and that's where we're staying, to the blade of the Bible, yeah.
Jesus is wicked so we just keep on picking at the scalp of the open mind. _ _
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