[Verse 1]

Dm C G F
Well my poor old Wife, grabbed a shot box of lead
Dm C G A
Ran a 410 slug, plum through her head
Dm C G F
She said she’d rather be living in hell, than with me instead
G A Dm
And I cant, find fault, in that.

[Chorus]

Dm C G F Dm C G A
Cause these Cobwebs and Cocaine, are the only things left in my brain
Dm C G F
I’m shoveling coal, on the midnight train
G A Dm
Headed straight, toward the depths, of hell.

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Dm C G F G A Dm

[ Verse 2]

Dm C G F
Well my damned old dog, done ran away
Dm C G A
Couldn’t stand, seeing me, living life this way
Dm C G F
He’ll never come home, but that’s okay
G A Dm
And I cant, find fault, in that.

[Chorus]

Dm C G F Dm C G A
Cause these Cobwebs and Cocaine, are the only things left in my brain
Dm C G F
I’m shoveling coal, on the midnight train
G A Dm
Headed straight, toward the depths, of hell.