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Sink Hole - текст песни



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


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 wrastle 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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