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
Pre-Chorus
Tall tales down the river, Say we aim to bury the truth
But the right hand just delivered, The devil in a suit
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
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
Pre-Chorus
Tall tales down the river, Say we aim to bury the truth
But the right hand just delivered, The devil in a suit
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
Instrumental
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 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
Outro
