Sink Hole - Drive-By Truckers
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
Now 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 wrassle 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
