Drive-by Truckers Sink Hole Lyrics

Sink Hole Lyrics

I?e always been a religious man, I ?e 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? got a lick of sense cause I talk slow and my money? spent 



Now, I ain? the type to hold it against, but he better stay off my farm 



Cause it was my Daddy? and his Daddy? before 



and his Daddy? before and his Daddy? 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? rather wrastle an alligator than to face the Banker? scorn 



Cause he won? 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? real 



I? 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? go to church on Sunday 



Damned if I wouldn? go to church on Sunday 



Damned if I wouldn? go to church on Sunday 



and look the Preacher in the eye.