Chords for The Dead South: Black Lung (2019) New Bluegrass

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Basically, we are all alone at the center of a pickaxe mine.
Black lung stings as the pickaxe swings and the void of the mind closes in.
The devil came and the angels sang the song of the holy ghost.
Dented the soul from the veins to the gold like the dust I spit from my mouth.
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Remember the night with the barroom fight where I killed all of my best friends.
He gambled it away with the whiskey open keg and he never saw it again.
Well, I had a wife that I met back in high school and her name was Lila Jean.
Saved a way to escape some place on a local miner's miner pay.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
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Saved so long, the folk came and gone.
At least twenty-seven times.
Fell through the floor boards in the deep, [C#] dark, darkness.
[C] He [Em] never saw it again.
So let's put Jesus home and that's where we're staying, to the blade of the Bible, yeah.
Jesus is wicked so we just keep on picking at the shalve of the open mind.
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