Southern Gothic

Southern Gothic -Tyminski
Written by ：Dan Tyminski/Jesse Frasure/Josh Kear
Woohoohooo ohooo
Woohoohooo ohooo
Blackbird on the old church steeple
Spanish moss hanging in the setting sun
Every house has got a bible and a loaded gun
Weve 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 shakinhis head
Lookindown thinking we aint heard a word he said
Word he said
Baptized in southern gothic
In the garden of good and evil
Devil right here who whoulda thought it
In a town full of God fearinpeople
Dogs and deadbolts guard the night
Nothing left to do but kneel and pray
Weve 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 aint home any man will do
This towns got the good lord shakinhis head shaking his head
Lookindown thinking we aint 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 whoulda thought it
In a town full of God fearinpeople
Dogs and deadbolts guard the night
Nothing left to do but kneel and pray
Weve got a church on every corner
So why does heaven feel so far awayfar away
High on homegrown smokinthat brimstone
Momma aint stoppinpoppinthat cotton
No happy ever after waitinon the rapture now
Baptized in southern gothic
In the garden of good and evil
Devil right here who whoulda thought it
In a town full of God fearinpeople
Dogs and deadbolts guard the night
Nothing left to do but kneel and pray
Weve got a church on every corner
So why does heaven feel so far away
Far away
Southern Gothic
Southern Gothic
Southern Gothic