Sink Hole by Drive-by Truckers X4 |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em D C Em F |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em (Walk to G between the Em and A chords) Em I've always been a religious man, A I've always been a religious man Em But I met the banker and it felt like sin A Em He turned my bailout down Em The Banker Man, he let into me A Let into me, let into me Em The Banker Man, he let into me A Em And spread my name around Em He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense A 'Cause I talk slow and my money's spent Em Now, I ain't the type to hold it against A Em But he better stay off my farm Em 'Cause it was my Daddy's and his Daddy's before A And his Daddy's before and his Daddy's before Em Five generations and an unlocked door A Em And a loaded burglar alarm. |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em Em Lots of pictures of my purdy family A Lots of pictures of my purdy family Em Lots of pictures of my purdy family A Em In the house where I was born. Em House has stood through five tornadoes, A Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes. Em I'd rather wrestle an alligator A Em Than to face the Banker's scorn Em 'Cause he won't even look me in the eye A He just takes my land and apologize, Em With pen, paper, and a friendly smile A Em He says the deed is done. Em The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning A The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning Em The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning A Em Over what the Banker done. |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em D Think I'll invite him for some pot roast beef C And mashed potatoes and sweet tea Em Follow it up with some banana pudding F And a walk around the farm Em Show him the view from McGee Town Hill A Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels Em To lose the last thing on earth that's real A Em I'd rather lose my legs and arms Em Bury his body in the old sink hole A Bury his body in the old sink hole Em Bury his body in the old sink hole A Em Under cold November sky Em Then damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday A Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday Em Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday A Em And look the Preacher in the eye. www.TAB6.com