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Sink Hole
I've always been a religious man
I've 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't got a lick of sense
'Cause I talk slow and my money's spent
I ain't the type to hold it against
But he better stay off my farm
'Cause it was my daddy's and his daddy's before
And his daddy's before and his daddy's 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'd rather wrestle an alligator
Than to face the banker's scorn
'Cause he won't 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 thing on earth that's real
I'd 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't go to church on Sunday
Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
And look the preacher in the eye
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And look the preacher in the eye
Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
Then damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
Under cold November sky
Bury his body in the old sink hole
Bury his body in the old sink hole
Bury his body in the old sink hole
I'd rather lose my legs and arms
To lose the last thing on earth that's real
Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels
Show him the view from McGee town hill
And a walk around the farm
Follow it up with some banana pudding
And mashed potatoes and sweet tea
Like to invite him for some pot roast beef
Over what the banker 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
He says the deed is done
With pen, paper, and a friendly smile
He just takes my land and apologize
'Cause he won't even look me in the eye
Than to face the banker's scorn
I'd rather wrestle an alligator
Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes
House has stood through five tornadoes
In the house where I was born
Lots of pictures of my purdy family
Lots of pictures of my purdy family
Lots of pictures of my purdy family
And a loaded burglar alarm
Five generations and an unlocked door
And his daddy's before and his daddy's before
'Cause it was my daddy's and his daddy's before
But he better stay off my farm
I ain't the type to hold it against
'Cause I talk slow and my money's spent
He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense
And spread my name around
The banker man, he let into me
Let into me, let into me
The banker man, he let into me
He turned my bailout down
But I met the banker and it felt like sin
I've always been a religious man
I've always been a religious man
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