(x4)
Tonight it's hot down here, I can almost smell the rain
And I can almost taste the fear, behind your name
Fans turning on the ceiling, I feel sticky as a chili dog
White boys howling in the evening, on that hollow log
Tall tales down the river, Say we aim to bury the truth
But the right hand just delivered, The devil in a suit
Chorus 1:
And he talks big in Whitewash County
Talks sweet as su-gar cane
Got a past that's filled with lightning
Got a future filled with rain
(x4)
Bug buzzing in an empty glass, fiddle scratching some lazy tune
We're just some place that history passed, new dust, new broom
And it's a high hot buttered moon, he's got a shiny new wax face
Swears the South's gonna rise again soon, all over the place
Tall tales down the river, Say we aim to bury the truth
But the right hand just delivered, The devil in a suit
Chorus 1:
And he talks big in Whitewash County
Talks sweet as su-gar cane
Got a past that's filled with lightning
Got a future filled with rain
(x4)
(x2)
Chorus 1:
And he talks big in Whitewash County
Talks sweet as su-gar cane
Got a past that's filled with lightning
Got a future filled with
Chorus 2:
Rain down on Whitewash County
Smell the air coming up the line
Well you've changed your face so often
But you never change your mind
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