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