Southern Gothic - Tyminski

WoohoohoooOhooo

WoohoohoooOhooo

Blackbird on the old church steeple

Spanish moss hanging in the setting sun

Every house house has got a bible and a loaded gun

We’ve got preachers and politicians

Round here its kinda hard to tell which one

Is gonna do more talking with a crooked tongue

This towns got the good lord shakin' his head

Lookin' down thinking we ain’t heard a word he said

Word he said

Baptized in southern gothic

In the garden of good and evil

Devil right here who whould’a thought it

In a town full of God fearin' people

Dogs and deadbolts guard the night

Nothing left to do but kneel and pray

We’ve got a church on every corner

So why does heaven feel so far away

Far away

Must be something in the muddy water

Turns the whisky 'bout as sweet as sin

Every drunk in town can sing a brown bag hymn

Good fences make good neighbors

But good neighbors make good lovers too

When your man ain’t home any man will do

This towns got the good lord shakin' his head (shakin his head)

Lookin' down thinking we ain’t heard a word he said

Word he said

Word he said

Baptized in southern gothic

In the garden of good and evil

Devil right here who whould’a thought it

In a town full of God fearin' people

Dogs and deadbolts guard the night

Nothing left to do but kneel and pray

We’ve got a church on every corner

So why does heaven feel so far away (far away)

High on homegrown, smokin' that brimstone

Momma ain’t stoppin', poppin' that cotton

No happy ever after, waitin' on the rapture now

Baptized in southern gothic

In the garden of good and evil

Devil right here who whould’a thought it

In a town full of God fearin' people

Dogs and deadbolts guard the night

Nothing left to do but kneel and pray

We’ve got a church on every corner

So why does heaven feel so far away

Far away

Southern Gothic

Southern Gothic

Southern Gothic