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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate Hilts
Nate Hilts
Lead Vocals
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Vocals
Danny Kenyon
Danny Kenyon
Cello
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Hilts
Nate Hilts
Songwriter
Scott Pringle
Scott Pringle
Songwriter
Danny Kenyon
Danny Kenyon
Songwriter
Colton Crawford
Colton Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Dead South
The Dead South
Producer
Orion Paradis
Orion Paradis
Producer
Joel Feeney
Joel Feeney
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells Hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company 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 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 I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells Hell's bells, miss-pells, knocks me on my knees It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company In Hell, I'll be in good company In Hell, I'll be in good company
Writer(s): Colton Crawford, Daniel Kenyon, Nathaniel Hilts, Scott Pringle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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