Businessgypsy has it right, I think. And in my opinion, this isn't about "religion" per se, so much as it's about how organized religion (tax the churches and the country would have a good start on getting back on level ground financially) and corporate greed (yes, that includes the banks) skip through the meadow hand in hand while the country (well, the parts they don't own yet) crumbles under their platinum-shod feet.
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.
They're going to be playing near me soon... missed their last show, really gotta make this one!
meinthecorner (Past the gravy, far beyond the golden fries)
Posted: Jan 14, 2012 - 21:39
I hear Steve Earle.
Cynaera (In a hammock under my own vine and fig tree.)
Posted: Nov 20, 2011 - 09:40
Businessgypsy has it right, I think. And in my opinion, this isn't about "religion" per se, so much as it's about how organized religion (tax the churches and the country would have a good start on getting back on level ground financially) and corporate greed (yes, that includes the banks) skip through the meadow hand in hand while the country (well, the parts they don't own yet) crumbles under their platinum-shod feet.
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.
reminds me of the Outlaws but they really need a lead vocalist. nothing wrong with church or Jesus. But religiosity no good. Jesus had a huge problem with the religious folk, lawyers, and traitors...
I love this band probably my favorite in the past 10 years. PLEASE listen to more of their music, they really are the Rolling Stones and Neil Youngs of our day as to quote Greg Kott music critic of the Chicago tribune. They really deserve more than two songs in your playlist
Boy ain't that the truth! I have been preachin' that here for a couple of years now. They are one of the most important musical groups in the last 20 years IMO.
I love this band probably my favorite in the past 10 years. PLEASE listen to more of their music, they really are the Rolling Stones and Neil Youngs of our day as to quote Greg Kott music critic of the Chicago tribune. They really deserve more than two songs in your playlist
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