Chords for The Dead South 'Black Lung' - The Blues Kitchen Presents [Live at Black Deer]

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_ Basically, we are all alone in the center of a pickaxe line.
There comes a sling, there's a pickaxe ring,
Swinging forward from the mine down the drain.
The devil came and the angels sang,
A song of a hungry ghost.
Ripped me soul from the pennies to the gold,
Like a curse cast upon my mouth.
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_ A line with a bar on the fire where I killed all of my best friends.
He gambled it away with a whiskey open can,
And we never saw it again.
Well, I had a wife that I met back in high school, her name was Lionel James.
One saved her way, through a skip some place on a localized wire of pain.
Ah-, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Ah, _ _ Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ 6-0-0 in the fall came and gone
east 27 times.
Fell through the floor more than three dark darkness
_ So that's the genius home and that's where we're staying through the blade of a Bible
Jesus is wicked.
So we just keep on digging a stab on the open mind _ _ _ _ _
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