Whitewash County
 
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Taupin

Tonight it's hot down here
I can almost smell the rain
And I can almost taste the fear
Behind your name
Fans turning on the ceiling
I feel sticky as a chilli dog
White boys howlin' in the evening
On that hollow log

Tall tales down the river
Say we aim to bury the truth
But the right hand just delivered
The devil in a suit

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And he talks big in Whitewash county
Talks sweet as sugar cane
Gotta past that's filled with lightning
Gotta future filled with rain

Bug buzzin' in an empty glass
Fiddle scratchin' some lazy tune
We're just some place that history passed
New dust, new broom
It's a high hot buttered moon
He's got a shiny new wax face
Swears the South's gonna rise again soon
All over the place

  Repeat second verse

  Chorus

Get on down

  Chorus

Rain down on Whitewash county
Smell the air comin' up the line
Well you've changed your face so often
But you never change your mind

ELTON JOHN
"Whitewash County"
The One