Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Dead South
Interprète
Nathaniel Hilts
Chant
Scott Pringle
Mandoline
Colton Crawford
Banjo
Danny Kenyon
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nate Hilts
Paroles/Composition
Scott Pringle
Paroles/Composition
Danny Kenyon
Paroles/Composition
Colton Crawford
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nik Kozub
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Kyle "Rhubarb" Halvorson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
[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

