Emily Scott Robinson - Slaughterhouse road

There's ^Amblood across the bayou ^GDown in Mississi^Amppi Where they been ^Gkillin' since the Civil War Over money, land, and ^Amwhiskey

But d^Amon't go ask about it ^GPeople don't take ^Amkind To you ^Dmdiggin' up those skeletons You ^E7leave 'em where they ^Amlie

^AmWas it pills or alcohol? ^GMeth or devil's ^Amcane? Or did he ^Gcatch a whiff of somethin' That would send him to his ^Amgrave?

Or ^Amdid he have a death wish? ^GWas his heart too ^Amweak? They ^Dmfound him lyin' face-down ^E7Floatin' in the c^Amreek

Preacher's ^Fdead on ^GSlaughterhouse ^AmRoad Who did him ^Dmin, ^E7 nobody k^Amnows His body's ^Dmcold on ^E7Slaughterhouse ^AmRoad

Well ^Amsome say he was a straight shot ^GKept his own nose ^Amclean Some ^Gsay he was a man of God You won't hear that from ^Amme

Well I ^Amknow he had a Bible church On ^GHighway 2^Am8 But ^Dmlaying hands and praying loud Don't ^E7mean that you is ^Amsaved

Oh it ^Amsays in Revelation That id^Golators and ^Amliars Will ^Dmcome to meet their second death In a ^E7lake of burnin' ^Amfire

Preacher's ^Fdead on S^Glaughterhouse ^AmRoad Who did him ^Dmin, ^E7 nobody ^Amknows His body's c^Dmold on ^E7Slaughterhouse ^AmRoad

Well, ^Amwe was highschool sweethearts ^GMarried twenty ^Amyears Some^Gtimes you don't see right away What t^Gime will soon make c^Amlear

Well, he ^Amhad a taste for younger girls ^GSleepin' around with ^Amtrash I found ^Dmlipstick on his collared shirt And ^E7somethin' in me ^Amsnapped

Well they ^Amcame around to question me Two g^Good ol' country ^Amcops Then ^Gtipped their hats, said "Thank you ma'am "So sorry for your ^Amloss"

And it ^Amlooked just like an accident ^GFinal cause of d^Ameath Not ^DmMiller Lite with cyanide Just ^E7cardiac ar^Amrest Not ^DmMiller Lite with cyanide Just ^E7cardiac ar^Amrest

Preacher's ^Fdead on S^Glaughterhouse ^AmRoad Who did him ^Dmin, ^E7 nobody k^Amnows His body's ^Dmcold on S^E7laughterhouse ^AmRoad Who did him ^Dmin, ^E7God only k^Amnows