I've always been a religious man, I 've always been a religious man
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But I met the banker and it felt like sin, he turned my bailout down
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The Banker Man, he let into me, let into me, let into me
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The Banker Man, he let into me and spread my name around
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He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense cause I talk slow and my money's spent
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Now, I ain't the type to hold it against, 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 and a loaded burglar alarm.
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Lots of pictures of my purdy family, lots of pictures of my purdy family
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Lots of pictures of my purdy family 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 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, he says the deed is done.
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The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning, The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
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The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning over what the Banker done.
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Like to invite him for some pot roast beef and mashed potatoes and sweet tea
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Follow it up with some banana pudding 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 Bury his body in the old sink hole
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Bury his body in the old sink hole 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.
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Sink Hole
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