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Sink Hole

Drive-by Truckers

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    Em

D    C    Em    F

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    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.

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    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.

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    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.

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