It was that there, then, I was traveling alone
Found my sense of faith, my cover was all blown
I knew the whistle-blower's mother, called her on the phone
Gave her wind, gave her hell, gave her all that I had known
It took 7 long days, 40 long nights
To keep our spirits alive, keep up the good fight
And in the end, it belittled, all decisions made by spite
Keep the path tried-and-true, keep the wrongs left from right.
Oooo, there's a science
To selling bullshit by the pound
I give you more than a little, there's plenty to go around
I give you more than most, if you ever leave this town.
I heard the bells, felt the eyes, half-a-dozen native men
Bet my chance, they empathize on my crusade of sin
So keep that: whistle-blowlin, keep the train-a-movin'
We're hand-picked, and hell-bound, to the south, for the win.
Oooo, I'm in inspiried
You speak, just to hear the sound
I give you more than a little, there's plenty to go around
I give you more than most, if you ever leave this town.
I bought a mirror at the thrift shop, you've been lying to yourself
The vodka makes you drift right, to what's left in your will
So if you can't carry liquor, you've been pouring, and need some help
Keep a hand to our pickers, & our shine, to get your fill