Dark And Bloody Ground

C#m B A C#m

[Verse 1]
C#m                       B
I've been going like a quarry slave 
at night
A                              E
All busted down and burning for my 
bed
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I've been thinking about a woman 
    B
in a wild Kentucky town
A                              E
Where the mountains are high near 
Harlan,
B                     A        B
where the whirlpools twirl on down
A           E            B
where my secret can be found
        E          B       A
In the dark and bloody ground...

[Verse 2]
C#m
Oh how I missed you
B
Oh how I've cried
A                         E
I'd like to lay down by my side
B                            C#m
Love you just once before I die
     B       A                   
And I'd be gentle, and I'd never 
E
hurt you
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G#m7                  G#7   C#m
And God might send a moonbeam
B       A               E
Lay us down in pleasant dreams
A               E       B
Whatsoever things are lovely
A               E       B
Whatsoever things are true
E              B       C#m       
Whatsoever things are kind and 
  B           A
pure thank you, these things...
    C#m                    B
And God might send down a moonbeam
    A
And lay us down in pleasant dreams.

[Instrumental]
E B C#m A E B C#m A

[Verse 3]
E                           B
Dewy was my best friend, he was tall
C#m                               
Stood six foot nine against the 
    A
wall
E                              
We both loved the same girl, but 
   B
Dewy he went bad
C#m                  A           
And I guess you could say it made
   B
 one mad
         C#m               B
He didn't have to do those awful 
things to you
A                        E
Yeah Dewy really made me sick
      C#m                        
But I guess it takes two heels to 
   B
click
           C#m                B   
I took my nine pound hammer, swung
                   E
 it hard and swung it round
           C#m                B   
I kicked him in the temple, 
                   E       A
watched him fall to the ground 
wooaaahhhh
C#m                    A         
My blade found its mark in the 
   E              B
dark, and that blood flowed in the 
sand
A            E       B
From that tall Kentucky man
C#m                           B
Oh hell hath no fury like the blues
A                             B
When a man's got on his killing 
shoes
      C#         B     A       B
In the dark and bloody ground
      E          B     A       B
In the dark and bloody ground
      C#        B     A       B
In the dark and bloody ground
      E                   A
In the dark and bloody ground