Southern Gothic

Whoa, whoa Blackbird on the old church steeple Spanish moss hangin' in the settin' sun Every house's got a Bible and a loaded gun We got preachers and politicians 'Round here it's kinda hard to tell which one Is gonna do more talking with a crooked tongue This town's got the good Lord shakin' his head Lookin' down thinking we ain't heard a word he said A word he said Baptized in Southern Gothic In the garden of good and evil Devil right here, who woulda 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 got a church on every corner So why does heaven feel so far away? (Ooh) 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 neighbours But good neighbours make good lovers too When your man ain't home, any man will do This town's got the good Lord shakin' his head (shaking his head) Lookin' down thinking we ain't heard a word he said A word he said Word he said Baptized in Southern Gothic In the garden of good and evil (good and evil) Devil right here, who woulda thought it? In a town full of God fearin' people Dogs and deadbolts guard the night Nothing left to do but kneel and pray (kneel and pray) We 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 codon No happy ever after Waitin' on the rapture now Baptized in Southern Gothic In the garden of good and evil Devil right here, who woulda thought it? (Who woulda thought it?) In a town full of God fearin' people Dogs and deadbolts guard the night (guard the night) Nothing left to do but kneel and pray We got a church on every corner (every corner) So why does heaven feel so far away? Far away Southern Gothic Southern Gothic Southern Gothic