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
    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 sugar cane
  Got a past that's filled with lightning
  Got a future filled with rain
    Bug 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
    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