CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Sink Hole (Live)
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
Banker man lit into me
Lit into me, lit into me
Banker man lit 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 of an unlocked door
And a loaded burglar alarm (Yeah)
Lots of picturеs of my purdy family
Lots of pictures of my purdy family
Lots of pictures of my purdy family
In the housе where we was born
The house has stood through five tornadoes
Droughts and floods and five tornadoes
Rather wrestle an alligator
Than to watch the banker's scorn
He won't even look me in the eye
Just takes my land and apologize
Pen and paper and a friendly smile
When he said 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
Think I'm gonna cook some pot roast beef
Mashed potatoes and sweet tea
Follow it up with some 'nana pudding
And a walk around the farm
Show him the view from McGee Town Hill
Let him stand in my place 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 skies
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
Look the preacher in the eye, ow
From Green Hill, Alabama, please give a warm welcome for Jason Isbell
I've always been a religious man
But I met the banker and it felt like sin
He turned my bailout down
Banker man lit into me
Lit into me, lit into me
Banker man lit 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 of an unlocked door
And a loaded burglar alarm (Yeah)
Lots of picturеs of my purdy family
Lots of pictures of my purdy family
Lots of pictures of my purdy family
In the housе where we was born
The house has stood through five tornadoes
Droughts and floods and five tornadoes
Rather wrestle an alligator
Than to watch the banker's scorn
He won't even look me in the eye
Just takes my land and apologize
Pen and paper and a friendly smile
When he said 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
Think I'm gonna cook some pot roast beef
Mashed potatoes and sweet tea
Follow it up with some 'nana pudding
And a walk around the farm
Show him the view from McGee Town Hill
Let him stand in my place 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 skies
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
Look the preacher in the eye, ow
From Green Hill, Alabama, please give a warm welcome for Jason Isbell
