Intro: (x4) Verso 1: Tonight it's hot down here, I can almost smell the rain And I can almost taste the fear, behind your name Fans turning on the ceiling, I feel sticky as a chili dog White boys howling in the evening, on that hollow log Pré-Refrão Tall tales down the river, Say we aim to bury the truth But the right hand just delivered, The devil in a suit And he talks big in Whitewash County Talks sweet as su-gar cane Got a past that's filled with lightning Got a future filled with rain Instrumental: (x4) Verso 2: buzzing in an empty glass, fiddle scratching some lazy tune We're just some place that history passed, new dust, new broom And it's a high hot buttered moon, he's got a shiny new wax face Swears the South's gonna rise again soon, all over the place Pré-Refrão Tall tales down the river, Say we aim to bury the truth But the right hand just delivered, The devil in a suit And he talks big in Whitewash County Talks sweet as su-gar cane Got a past that's filled with lightning Got a future filled with rain Instrumental (x4) (x2) And he talks big in Whitewash County Talks sweet as su-gar cane Got a past that's filled with lightning Got a future filled with Rain down on Whitewash County Smell the air coming up the line Well you've changed your face so often But you never change your mind Outro (x2)