Southern Gothic Songtext
von Dan Tyminski

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