Sink Hole
Drive-By TruckersVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
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(Walk to G between the Em and A chords)
I've always been a religious man,
I've always been a religious man
But I met the banker and it felt like sin
He turned my bailout down
The Banker Man, he let into me
Let into me, let into me
The Banker Man, he let into me
And spread my name around
He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense
'Cause I talk slow and my money's spent
Now, I ain't the type to hold it against
But he better stay off my farm
'Cause it was my Daddy's and his Daddy's before
And his Daddy's before and his Daddy's before
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
Lots of pictures of my purdy family
In the house where I was born.
House has stood through five tornadoes,
Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes.
I'd rather wrestle an alligator
Than to face the Banker's scorn
'Cause he won't even look me in the eye
He just takes my land and apologize,
With pen, paper, and a friendly smile
He says the deed is done.
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
Over what the Banker done.
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Think I'll invite him for some pot roast beef
And mashed potatoes and sweet tea
Follow it up with some banana pudding
And a walk around the farm
Show him the view from McGee Town Hill
Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels
To lose the last thing on earth that's real
I'd rather lose my legs and arms
Bury his body in the old sink hole
Bury his body in the old sink hole
Bury his body in the old sink hole
Under cold November sky
Then damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
Damned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday
And look the Preacher in the eye.
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Readable chord sheet for Sink Hole by 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)
I've [Em]always been a religious man,
I've [A]always been a religious man
But I met the [Em]banker and it felt like sin
He [A]turned my bailout [Em]down
The [Em]Banker Man, he let into me
Let [A]into me, let into me
The [Em]Banker Man, he let into me
And [A]spread my name a[Em]round
[Em]He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense
'Cause I [A]talk slow and my money's spent
Now, I [Em]ain't the type to hold it against
But he [A]better stay off my [Em]farm
'Cause [Em]it was my Daddy's and his Daddy's before
And his [A]Daddy's before and his Daddy's before
[Em]Five generations and an unlocked door
And a [A]loaded burglar [Em]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
In the [A]house where I was [Em]born.
[Em]House has stood through five tornadoes,
[A]Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes.
I'd [Em]rather wrestle an alligator
Than to [A]face the Banker's [Em]scorn
'Cause [Em]he won't even look me in the eye
He just [A]takes my land and apologize,
With [Em]pen, paper, and a friendly smile
He [A]says the deed is [Em]done.
The [Em]sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
The [A]sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
The [Em]sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
Over [A]what the Banker [Em]done.
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[Em]
[D]Think I'll invite him for some pot roast beef
And [C]mashed potatoes and sweet tea
[Em]Follow it up with some banana pudding
And a [F]walk around the farm
[Em]Show him the view from McGee Town Hill
Let him [A]stand in my shoes and see how it feels
To [Em]lose the last thing on earth that's real
I'd rather [A]lose my legs and [Em]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
Under [A]cold November [Em]sky
Then [Em]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
And look the [A]Preacher in the [Em]eye.