Whitewash County
Tonight it's hot down hereI can almost smell the rainAnd I can almost taste the fearBehind your nameFans turning on the ceilingI feel sticky as a chili dogWhite boys howling in the eveningOn that hollow log
Tall tales down the riverSay we aim to bury the truthBut the right hand just deliveredThe devil in a suit
And he talks big in Whitewash CountyTalks sweet as sugar caneGot a past that's filled with lightningGot a future filled with rain
Bug buzzing in an empty glassFiddle scratching some lazy tuneWe're just some place that history passedNew dust, new broomAnd it's a high hot buttered moonHe's got a shiny new wax faceSwears the South's gonna rise again soonAll over the place
Rain down on Whitewash CountySmell the air coming up the lineWell you've changed your face so oftenBut you never change your mind