Dan Tyminski - Southern Gothic lyrics

WoohoohoooOhooo WoohoohoooOhooo Blackbird on the old church steeple Spanish moss hanging in the setting sun Every house house has got a bible and a loaded gun We’ve got preachers and politicians Round here its kinda hard to tell which one Is gonna do more talking with a crooked tongue This towns got the good lord shakin’ his head Lookin’ down thinking we ain’t heard a word he said Word he said Baptized in southern gothic In the garden of good and evil Devil right here who whould’a 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’ve got a church on every corner So why does heaven feel so far away 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 neighbors But good neighbors make good lovers too When your man ain’t home any man will do This towns got the good lord shakin’ his head (shakin his head) Lookin’ down thinking we ain’t heard a word he said Word he said Word he said Baptized in southern gothic In the garden of good and evil Devil right here who whould’a 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’ve 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 cotton No happy ever after, waitin’ on the rapture now Baptized in southern gothic In the garden of good and evil Devil right here who whould’a 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’ve got a church on every corner So why does heaven feel so far away Far away Southern Gothic Southern Gothic Southern Gothic