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
C#m                                   B
I've been thinking about a woman 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                   E
And I'd be gentle, and I'd never hurt you
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         B           A
Whatsoever things are kind and 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                                   A
Stood six foot nine against the wall
E                                 B
We both loved the same girl, but Dewy he went bad
C#m                  A              B
And I guess you could say it made 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                           B
But I guess it takes two heels to click
           C#m                B                      E
I took my nine pound hammer, swung it hard and swung it round
           C#m                B                      E       A
I kicked him in the temple, watched him fall to the ground wooaaahhhh
C#m                    A            E              B
My blade found its mark in the 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