Chords for The Dead South | Black Lung

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_ _ _ _ Basically we are all alone in the center of a pickaxe mine.
_ _ [E] Black love stings as the pickaxe swings and the void of the mind closes in.
_ The devil came and the angels sang the song [Em] of the holy _ ghost.
[E] He dipped his soul from the vanish to the cold like the dust [Em] 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.
[E] Remember the night where the barrooms fight?
where I killed [Em] all of my best friends.
_ [E] Dumbled it away with a whiskey open can,
we never saw it again.
_ _ Well I had a woman back in high school, her name was
Flatter [Em] She.
_ _ _ She gave me [E] way
to escape some place on the local miners'
minor pay.
_ _ _ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [Em] oh, oh,
oh, oh, _ _ _ _ oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, _ oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ oh, [E] oh, oh,
She sold on the front came and gone
at least twenty-seven [Em] times.
_ [E] Fell through the floorboards in the deep dark darkness,
we [Em] never saw it again.
_ _ So West Virginia's home and that's where we'll stay through the fate of the Bible and
_ _ Jesus is wicked [E] so he just keep on picking a scab on the open mind
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