Whitewash County

ALWAYS THOUGHT THIS SONG was — or could be — about Newt Gingrich. At the time it first came out, Elton had recently moved to the Atlanta area.

Tonight it’s hot down here

I can almost smell the rain

And I can almost taste the fear

Behind your name

Fans turning on the ceiling

I feel sticky as a chili dog

White boys howling in the evening

On that hollow log

Tall tales down the river
Say we aim to bury the truth
But the right hand just delivered
The devil in a suit

And he talks big in Whitewash County

Talks sweet as sugar cane

Got a past that’s filled with lightning

Got a future filled with rain

Bug buzzing in an empty glass
Fiddle scratching some lazy tune
We’re just some place that history passed

New dust, new broom

And it’s a high hot buttered moon

He’s got a shiny new wax face

Swears the South’s gonna rise again soon

All over the place

Rain down on Whitewash County
Smell the air coming up the line
Well you’ve changed your face so often
But you never change your mind

–lyrics: Bernie Taupin

And, of course, I had to check and make sure the embed played right. So I’m sitting in the halflight of the study at a quarter past midnight, rocking out under the headphones along with Davey Johnstone and Dee Murray and the rest of the EJ Band, and Karma’s sitting in front of me on the cat tree looking at me like I’d just grown a third head. Heh. Cats will never understand us. We’re too complicated.

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