Devil’s Money - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Bardstown, Kentucky in the middle of the twenties

Somewhere between heaven and hell

Great-granddaddy was a deacon but he struggled breakin' even

'Til he started runnin' bottles out the bible belt

Some called him a sinner

Only knew him for his sins

Some called him a saint

'Cause they knew where that cash went

They say, you can't buy salvation

That ain't how it works

But if you asked that congregation

Sunday morning in that brand new church

They'd say, bless the man with the still in the holler

Turning corn into shine, shine into dollars

Unholy water, flowing like milk and honey

Built that Lord's house with the devil's money

The whiskey in the cellars set him up like Rockefeller

You can judge him but he did some good

Use an outlaw cash [?] in stained glass

Like a righteous redneck Robin Hood

They say, you can't buy salvation

That ain't how it works

But if you asked that congregation

Sunday morning in that brand new church

They'd say, bless the man with the still in the holler

Turning corn into shine, shine into dollars

Unholy water, flowing like milk and honey

Built that Lord's house with the devil's money

Then he let his little light shine

And let a little light shine the way

Is he walking on streets of gold

Or was there hell to pay?

You can't buy salvation

That ain't how it works

But if you asked that congregation

Sunday morning in that brand new church

They'd say, bless the man with the still in the holler

Turning corn into shine, shine into dollars

Unholy water, flowing like milk and honey

Built that Lord's house with the devil's money