Sink Hole Drive-By Truckers
X4
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[Em]
[D] [C] [Em] [F]
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[Em]
(Walk to G between the Em and A chords)
I've [Em]always been a religious man,
I've [A]always been a religious man
But I met the [Em]banker and it felt like sin
He [A]turned my bailout [Em]down
The [Em]Banker Man, he let into me
Let [A]into me, let into me
The [Em]Banker Man, he let into me
And [A]spread my name a[Em]round
[Em]He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense
'Cause I [A]talk slow and my money's spent
Now, I [Em]ain't the type to hold it against
But he [A]better stay off my [Em]farm
'Cause [Em]it was my Daddy's and his Daddy's before
And his [A]Daddy's before and his Daddy's before
[Em]Five generations and an unlocked door
And a [A]loaded burglar [Em]alarm.
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[Em]
[Em]Lots of pictures of my purdy family
[A]Lots of pictures of my purdy family
[Em]Lots of pictures of my purdy family
In the [A]house where I was [Em]born.
[Em]House has stood through five tornadoes,
[A]Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes.
I'd [Em]rather wrestle an alligator
Than to [A]face the Banker's [Em]scorn
'Cause [Em]he won't even look me in the eye
He just [A]takes my land and apologize,
With [Em]pen, paper, and a friendly smile
He [A]says the deed is [Em]done.
The [Em]sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
The [A]sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
The [Em]sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
Over [A]what the Banker [Em]done.
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[Em]
[D]Think I'll invite him for some pot roast beef
And [C]mashed potatoes and sweet tea
[Em]Follow it up with some banana pudding
And a [F]walk around the farm
[Em]Show him the view from McGee Town Hill
Let him [A]stand in my shoes and see how it feels
To [Em]lose the last thing on earth that's real
I'd rather [A]lose my legs and [Em]arms
[Em]Bury his body in the old sink hole
[A]Bury his body in the old sink hole
[Em]Bury his body in the old sink hole
Under [A]cold November [Em]sky
Then [Em]damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
[A]Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
[Em]Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
And look the [A]Preacher in the [Em]eye.
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