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