Blackbird on the old church depot Spanish moss hanging in the setting sun Every house has 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 shaking his head Looking down thinking we ain't heard a word he said Baptized in Southern Gothic In the garden of good and evil Devil right here who would have thought it In a town full of God-fearing 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? Must be something in the muddy water Turns a whiskey bout as sweet as sin Every drunken town can sing a Brownback hymn Good friends make good neighbors But good neighbors make good lovers too And when your man ain't home any man will do This town's got the good Lord shaking his head Looking down thinking we ain't heard a word he said Baptized in Southern Gothic In the garden of good and evil Devil right here who would have thought it In a town full of God-fearing 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? High on homegrown smokin' that brimstone Mama ain't stoppin' poppin' that Clyde No happy ever after waitin' on the rapture now Baptized in Southern Gothic In the garden of good and evil Devil right here who would have thought it In a town full of God-fearing 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? Far away Southern Gothic Southern Gothic Southern Gothic Southern Gothic