Drive By Truckers Sink Hole

Đóng góp: I've always been a religious manI've always been a religious manBut I met the banker and it felt like sinHe turned my bailout downThe banker man, he let into meLet into me, let into meThe banker man, he let into meAnd spread my name around
He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense'Cause I talk slow and my money's spentI ain't the type to hold it againstBut he better stay off my farm'Cause it was my daddy's and his daddy's beforeAnd his daddy's before and his daddy's beforeFive generations and an unlocked doorAnd a loaded burglar alarm
Lots of pictures of my purdy familyLots of pictures of my purdy familyLots of pictures of my purdy familyIn the house where I was bornHouse has stood through five tornadoesDroughts, floods, and five tornadoesI'd rather wrestle an alligatorThan to face the banker's scorn

'Cause he won't even look me in the eyeHe just takes my land and apologizeWith pen, paper, and a friendly smileHe says the deed is doneThe sound you hear is my daddy spinningThe sound you hear is my daddy spinningThe sound you hear is my daddy spinningOver what the banker done
Like to invite him for some pot roast beefAnd mashed potatoes and sweet teaFollow it up with some banana puddingAnd a walk around the farmShow him the view from McGee town hillLet him stand in my shoes and see how it feelsTo lose the last thing on earth that's realI'd rather lose my legs and arms
Bury his body in the old sink holeBury his body in the old sink holeBury his body in the old sink holeUnder cold November skyThen damned if I wouldn't go to church on SundayDamned if I wouldn't go to church on SundayDamned if I wouldn't go to church on SundayAnd look the preacher in the eye