Miss Ater was a sad sad girl You see, her sweet mama died It was the end of her world And for days and days she cried Many moons and many years ago Simbennon left her side Last thing she remembered is smiling in his flannel shirt I'll see you when the cotton is high
And the rain in Sylvester falls harder than anywhere Like the devil's got his fist on your house And the dirt road and tobacco fields have looked the same for all these years Like God forgot to finish this town
Floyd painted from the morning 'til night Taking his breaks for cold beer He was known as a great white knight Sittin' in his rockin' chair Norman waved his magic wand for all the kids in the trailer park And the doves sang the prettiest song With the whiskey in their coffee And church on Sunday morning Everybody's got a way to get on
And the rain in Sylvester falls harder than anywhere Like the devil's got his fist on your house And the dirt roads and tobacco fields have looked the same for all these years Like God forgot to finish this town I think God forgot to finish this town
And the rain in Sylvester falls harder than anywhere Like the devil's got his fist on your house And the dirt roads and tobacco fields have looked the same for all these years Like God forgot to finish this town I think God forgot to finish this town Oh I think God forgot to finish this townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
