Drive-by TruckersDrive-by Truckers – Sink Hole lyrics
I抳e always been a religious man, I 憊e always been a religious man But I met the banker and it felt like sin, he turned my bailout down The Banker Man, he let into me, let into me, let into me The Banker Man, he let into me and spread my name around He thinks I ain抰 got a lick of sense cause I talk slow and my money抯 spent Now, I ain抰 the type to hold it against, but he better stay off my farm Cause it was my Daddy抯 and his Daddy抯 before And his Daddy抯 before and his Daddy抯 before Five generations and an unlocked door and a loaded burglar alarm. Lots of pictures of my purdy family, lots of pictures of my purdy family Lots of pictures of my purdy family in the house where I was born. House has stood through five tornadoes, Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes. I抎 rather wrastle an alligator than to face the Banker抯 scorn Cause he won抰 even look me in the eye He just takes my land and apologize, With pen, paper, and a friendly smile, he says the deed is done. The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning, The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning over what the Banker done. Like to invite him for some pot roast beef and mashed potatoes and sweet tea Follow it up with some banana pudding and a walk around the farm Show him the view from McGee Town Hill Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels To lose the last place on earth that抯 real I抎 rather lose my legs and arms Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole under cold November sky Then damned if I wouldn抰 go to church on Sunday Damned if I wouldn抰 go to church on Sunday Damned if I wouldn抰 go to church on Sunday And look the Preacher in the eye.
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