My Top 1000 Songs #465: Sink Hole
Another withering blast of rural populism from the Drive-By Truckers, dueling guitars over a savage riff competing for space with Patterson Hood's biting, darkly funny lyrics. The banker comes to foreclose on the family farm, and you already know where his body's gonna end up.
"He thinks I ain't got a lick of sense 'cuz I talk slow and my money's spent. Now, I ain't the type to hold it against, but he better stay off my farm... Five generations and an unlocked door and a loaded burglar alarm."Live 2003 (with Jason Isbell):