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