Sinkhole chords by Drive-By Truckers

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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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,
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he turned my bailout down
The Banker Man, he let into me,
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let into me, let into me
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The Banker Man,
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he let into me and spread my name around
He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense cause
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I talk slow and my money's spent
Now, I ain't the type to hold it against,
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but he better stay off my farm
Cause it was my Daddy's
and his Daddy's before
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And his Daddy's before
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and his Daddy's before
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Five generations and an unlocked door and a loaded burglar

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Interlude 1

alarm.

Verse 2
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Lots of pictures of my purdy family,
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lots of pictures of my purdy family
Lots of pictures of my purdy family in
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the house where I was born.
House has stood through
five tornadoes,
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Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes.
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I'd rather wrassle an alligator than to
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face the Banker's scorn
'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,
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he says the deed is done.
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The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning,
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The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
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The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning over what the Banker

Interlude 2

done.

Verse 3
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Like to invite him for some pot roast beef
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and mashed potatoes and sweet tea
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Fol low it up with some banana pudding
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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

Verse 4
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Bury his body in the old sink hole
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Bury his body in the old sink hole
Bury his body in the old sink hole
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under cold November sky
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
Damned if I wouldn't go to
church on Sunday
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And look the preacher in  the