Whitewash County

Tonight it's hot down here
I can almost smell the rain
And I can almost taste the fear
Behind your nameFans turning on the ceiling
I feel sticky as a chili dog
White boys howling in the evening
On that hollow logTall tales down the river
Say we aim to bury the truth
But the right hand just delivered
Devil in a suitAnd he talks big in Whitewash County
Talks sweet as sugar cane
Got a past that's filled with lightning
Got a future filled with rainBug buzzing in an empty glass
Fiddle scratching some lazy tune
We're just some place that history passed
New dust, new broomIt'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 placeTall tales down the river
Say we aim to bury the truth
The right hand just delivered
Devil in a suitAnd he talks big in Whitewash County
Talks sweet as sugar cane
Got a past that is filled with lightning
Got a future filled with rainAnd he talks big in Whitewash County
Talks sweet as sugar cane
Got a past that is filled with lightning
Got a future filled with rainRain 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