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 chili dog
White boys howling in the evening
On that hollow logTall tales down the river
Say we aim to bury the truth
But the right hand just delivered
The devil in a suitAnd he talks big in Whitewash County
Talks sweet as sugar cane
Got a past that's filled with lightning
Got a future filled with rainBug buzzing in an empty glass
Fiddle scratching some lazy tune
We're just some place that history passed
New dust, new broom
And 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
Songwriters
JOHN, ELTON / TAUPIN, BERNARD J.P.Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group