Going to turn you cats on to some 'Fresh' new Bluegrass. Went to a huge Blue Grass festival in Eastern Kansas in 1976, the Blue grass answer to Woodstock three days - I remember about 6 hours of it, had a lot of fun, but haven't listened to it much since. Just came across these guys: Dead South.
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 comin home with you
My lifes 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, hells bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from 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 comin home with you
My lifes 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, hells bells, misspells, 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
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 comin home with you
My lifes 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, hells bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from 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 comin home with you
My lifes 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, hells bells, misspells, 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
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