Faubush Hill - Winfield Tennessee lyrics

rate me

Getting whipped on by the bible belt

has left it's scars on me

Corn raised in Kentucky

Turns to mash in Tennessee

I never was no moonshine girl

That stuff's too strong for me

So I ride on down to Winfield

For the devils company

Summers in Kentucky, 98 in the shade

I've had my share of sweet tea

I'm growing tired of lemonade

I can't see that ole bootlegger

He goes to church with mom and me

So I ride on down to Winfield

For the devils company

And it happens every-time

I can't cross the county line without crying

I try to imagine what it's like

To be blinded by the light and left there crying

Left there dying

In the devils company

Uncle Bob & Bobby they were taking their last ride

On there way home from Knoxville

On a stormy Friday night

That ole Slavey boy was racing

Winding curves and blinding hills

It was just outside of Winfield

Where the devil took his wheel

And it happens every-time

I can't cross the county line without crying

I try to imagine what it's like

To be blinded by the light and left there crying

Left there dying

In the devils company