Letras
Deep in the South
Cypress, pills, cobweb moss
Grey egg in the middle
No wind and no rain keeps a good man down
Sweatin' and grinnin' deep in the South
You ain't from here
Where the shit hits the fan
More meat on the pencil
From the butcher in town
Whiskey and money, money and gold
Splash and spit, fire to swallow
Ten foot tall, deep in the water
Too deaf to call or beretta to follow
You ain't from here
Where the shit hits the fan
More meat on the pencil
From the butcher in town
Hundred dollar bill
Just back pocket preaching
Signed to the edgewise
Drink your whiskey
Loud and heavy
Like a dog day blue jay
Black snake runs and the sundown singing
You ain't from here
Where the shit hits the fan
More meat on the pencil
From the butcher in town
All of the thumbs and cannons and guns
Swat flies and stink dew in eyes
I don't claim a thing to be cool
Somebody whisper war kills the truth
You ain't from here
Where the shit hits the fan
More meat on the pencil
From the butcher in town
With a bullet in the hand
It's gonna fly like a crow
Better keep my mouth shut
To the promised land
All black and white, wars over souls
Too much whiskey, money and gold
You ain't from here
Where the shit hits the fan
More meat on the pencil
From the butcher in town
You ain't from here
Where the shit hits the fan
More meat on the pencil
From the butcher in town