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I've Always Been A Religious Man |
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i've Always Been A Religious Man |
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but I Met The Banker And It Felt Like Sin |
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he Turned My Bailout Down |
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the Banker Man, He Let Into Me |
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let Into Me, Let Into Me |
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the Banker Man, He Let Into Me |
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and Spread My Name Around |
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he Thinks I Ain't Got A Lick Of Sense |
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cause I Talk Slow And My Money's Spent |
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i Ain't The Type To Hold It Against |
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but He Better Stay Off My Farm |
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cause It Was My Daddy's And His Daddy's Before |
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and His Daddy's Before And His Daddy's Before |
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five Generations And An Unlocked Door |
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and A Loaded Burglar Alarm. |
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lots Of Pictures Of My Purdy Family |
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lots Of Pictures Of My Purdy Family |
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lots Of Pictures Of My Purdy Family |
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in The House Where I Was Born. |
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house Has Stood Through Five Tornadoes |
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droughts, Floods, And Five Tornadoes |
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i'd Rather Wrastle An Alligator |
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than To Face The Banker's Scorn |
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cause He Won't Even Look Me In The Eye |
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he Just Takes My Land And Apologize |
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with Pen, Paper, And A Friendly Smile |
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he Says The Deed Is Done. |
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the Sound You Hear Is My Daddy Spinning |
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the Sound You Hear Is My Daddy Spinning |
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the Sound You Hear Is My Daddy Spinning |
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over What The Banker Done. |
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like To Invite Him For Some Pot Roast Beef |
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and Mashed Potatoes And Sweet Tea |
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follow It Up With Some Banana Pudding |
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and A Walk Around The Farm |
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show Him The View From Mcgee Town Hill |
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let Him Stand In My Shoes And See How It Feels |
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to Lose The Last Thing On Earth That's Real |
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i'd Rather Lose My Legs And Arms |
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bury His Body In The Old Sink Hole |
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bury His Body In The Old Sink Hole |
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bury His Body In The Old Sink Hole |
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under Cold November Sky |
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then Damned If I Wouldn't Go To Church On Sunday |
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damned If I Wouldn't Go To Church On Sunday |
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damned If I Wouldn't Go To Church On Sunday |
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and Look The Preacher In The Eye. |
