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Em
D C Em F
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Em
(Walk to G between the Em and A chords)
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.
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Em
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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.
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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.
