Tonight it's hot down here I can almost smell the rain And I can almost taste the fear Behind your name Fans turning on the ceiling I feel sticky as a chili dog White boys howling in the evening On that hollow log
Tall tales down the river Say we aim to bury the truth But the right hand just delivered The devil in a suit
And he talks big in Whitewash County Talks sweet as sugar cane Got a past that's filled with lightning Got a future filled with rain
Bug buzzing in an empty glass Fiddle scratching some lazy tune We're just some place that history passed New dust, new broom And it'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 place
Rain down on Whitewash County Smell the air coming up the line Well you've changed your face so often But you never change your mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
