Cussin' In Tongues
(Wilkes)
Way back yonder where the gravel road ends
Fourth holler over, plum up to the head
On an AC tractor reapin’ reefer on a hill
Got an inverted cross of lights on his grill
Shape-note singin’ ‘bout whiskey and sin
With an amplified bible cranked up to ten
He’s a preacher,
He’s a teacher,
He’s a demon in disguise,
Red checkerboard pattern in the whites of his eyes.
And you can tell by the sound of his cussin’ in tongues
It’s best you boys just a-run along.
Best you boys just run on along,
Before the cock crows three times tonight.
The rooster says…
The rooster says…
The rooster says…
Go ahead and sneak a peak behind the tent show flap
See what it gets ya if you like it like that.
Hear the penta-caustic choir wakin’ the dead,
“Give us Barabbas” tattooed on their heads
Up jumped the Devil out the storm cellar door
Now Hellzapoppin’ with the souls that came herebefore.
They’re afflicted
They’re a victim
Of his layin’ on of hands
False propheteerin’ off the hopes of the damned.
And you can tell by the sound of his cussin’ in tongues
It’s best you boys just a-run along.
Best you boys just run on along,
Before the cock crows three times tonight.
The rooster says…
The rooster says…
The rooster says…
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