Southern Gothic

Whoa, whoa
 Blackbird on the old church steeple
 Spanish moss hangin' in the settin' sun
 Every house's got a Bible and a loaded gun
 We got preachers and politicians
 'Round here it's kinda hard to tell which one
 Is gonna do more talking with a crooked tongue
 This town's got the good Lord shakin' his head
 Lookin' down thinking we ain't heard a word he said
 A word he said
 Baptized in Southern Gothic
 In the garden of good and evil
 Devil right here, who woulda thought it?
 In a town full of God fearin' people
 Dogs and deadbolts guard the night
 Nothing left to do but kneel and pray
 We got a church on every corner
 So why does heaven feel so far away? (Ooh)
 Far away
 Must be something in the muddy water
 Turns the whisky 'bout as sweet as sin
 Every drunk in town can sing a brown bag hymn
 Good fences make good neighbours
 But good neighbours make good lovers too
 When your man ain't home, any man will do
 This town's got the good Lord shakin' his head (shaking his head)
 Lookin' down thinking we ain't heard a word he said
 A word he said
 Word he said
 Baptized in Southern Gothic
 In the garden of good and evil (good and evil)
 Devil right here, who woulda thought it?
 In a town full of God fearin' people
 Dogs and deadbolts guard the night
 Nothing left to do but kneel and pray (kneel and pray)
 We got a church on every corner
 So why does heaven feel so far away?
 Far away
 High on homegrown
 Smokin' that brimstone
 Momma ain't stoppin'
 Poppin' that codon
 No happy ever after
 Waitin' on the rapture now
 Baptized in Southern Gothic
 In the garden of good and evil
 Devil right here, who woulda thought it? (Who woulda thought it?)
 In a town full of God fearin' people
 Dogs and deadbolts guard the night (guard the night)
 Nothing left to do but kneel and pray
 We got a church on every corner (every corner)
 So why does heaven feel so far away?
 Far away
 Southern Gothic
 Southern Gothic
 Southern Gothic