Sink Hole Lyrics - Decoration Day - Drive By Truckers

I've 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 

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't got a lick of sense cause I talk slow and my money's spent 

Now, 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 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'd rather wrassle an alligator than to face the Banker's scorn 

'Cause he won't 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'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 sky 

Then 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 

And look the preacher in the eye.