I’ve always been a religious man, I ‘ve always been a religious man    but I met the banker and it felt like sin, he turned my bailout down    The Banker Man, he let into me, let into me, let into me    The Banker Man, he let into me and spread my name around    He thinks I ain’t got a lick of sense cause I talk slow and my money’s spent    Now, I ain’t the type to hold it against, but he better stay off my farm    Cause it was my Daddy’s and his Daddy’s before    and his Daddy’s before and his Daddy’s before    Five generations and an unlocked door and a loaded burglar alarm.       Lots of pictures of my purdy family, lots of pictures of my purdy family    lots of pictures of my purdy family in the house where I was born.    House has stood through five tornadoes,    Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes.    I’d rather wrastle an alligator than to face the Banker’s scorn    Cause he won’t even look me in the eye    He just takes my land and apologize,    with pen, paper, and a friendly smile, he says the deed is done.    The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning, The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning    The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning over what the Banker done.       Like to invite him for some pot roast beef and mashed potatoes and sweet tea    follow it up with some banana pudding and a walk around the farm    Show him the view from McGee Town Hill    Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels    to lose the last thing on earth that’s real    I’d rather lose my legs and arms       Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole    Bury his body in the old sink hole under cold November sky    Then damned if I wouldn’t go to church on Sunday    Damned if I wouldn’t go to church on Sunday    Damned if I wouldn’t go to church on Sunday    and look the Preacher in the eye.