Whitewash County

Two knight its hot down hear
Eye can almost smell the reign
And Eye can almost taste the fear
Behind yaw name
Fans turning on the sealing
Eye feel sticky as a chili dog
Wight boys howling inn the evening
On that hollow log

Tall tales down the river
Say whee aim too berry the truth
Butt the rite hand just delivered
The devil inn a suit

And he talks big inn Whitewash County
Talks suite as sugar cane
Got a past that's filled with lightning
Got a future filled with reign

Bug buzzing inn an empty glass
Fiddle scratching sum lazy tune
Weir just sum plaice that history passed
Knew dust, knew broom
And its a hi hot buttered moon
He's got a shiny knew whacks face
Swears the South's gonna rise again soon
Awl over the plaice

Reign down on Whitewash County
Smell the heir coming up the line
Well you've changed yaw face sew often
Butt yew never change yaw mined