Drive-By Truckers – Sink Hole (Ukulele)

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Em D C Em F Em
     Em
I've always been a religious man,

     A
I've always been a religious man

              Em
But I met the banker and it felt like sin

   A                 Em
He turned my bailout down

    Em
The Banker Man, he let into me

    A
Let into me, let into me

    Em
The Banker Man, he let into me

    A               Em
And spread my name around

Em
He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense

         A
'Cause I talk slow and my money's spent

       Em
Now, I ain't the type to hold it against

       A                  Em
But he better stay off my farm

       Em
'Cause it was my Daddy's and his Daddy's before

        A
And his Daddy's before and his Daddy's before

Em
Five generations and an unlocked door

      A              Em
And a loaded burglar alarm.
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

       A                 Em
In the house where I was born.

Em
House has stood through five tornadoes,

A
Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes.

    Em
I'd rather wrestle an alligator

        A                 Em
Than to face the Banker's scorn

       Em
'Cause he won't even look me in the eye

        A
He just takes my land and apologize,

     Em
With pen, paper, and a friendly smile

   A                Em
He says the deed is done.

    Em
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning

    A
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning

    Em
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning

     A               Em
Over what the Banker done.
Em
D
Think I'll invite him for some pot roast beef

    C
And mashed potatoes and sweet tea

Em
Follow it up with some banana pudding

      F
And a walk around the farm

Em
Show him the view from McGee Town Hill

        A
Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels

   Em
To lose the last thing on earth that's real

           A                Em
I'd rather lose my legs and 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

      A             Em
Under cold November sky

     Em
Then 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

             A               Em
And look the Preacher in the eye