Elton John - Whitewash County

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

And he talks big in Whitewash county
Talks sweet as sugar cane
Gotta past thats 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

Tail tales down the river ...

And he talks big in Whitewash county ...

Get on down

And he talks big in Whitewash county
Talks sweet as sugar cane
Gotta past thats filled with lightning
Gotta future filled with ...

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