Whitewash County
The One · Elton John
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Tonight it's hot down Chere G
I can almosCt smell tGhe rain D
GAnd I can almost taste the fear C G
BehiDnd your name
GFans turning on the ceiling C G
I feel sCticky as a chiliG dog D
GWhite boys howling in the evening C G
DOn that hollow log
EmTall tales down the river C
Say we aim to bury the truth D
But the righEmt hand just delivered C
The devG/Dil in a suiDt
And he talkCs big iG/Bn WhitewashAm CouGnty D Dsus4 D Dsus4 D
CTalks sG/Bweet as sug- Amar cGane D Dsus4 D Dsus4
Got aD past tEmhat'Ds filled wiCth liG/BghtninFg
Got a futurC/Ee fillCm/Ebed with rainG
Bug 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
Rain down on Whitewash County
Smell the air coming up the line
Well you've changed your face so often
But you never change your mind