Golden Tooth Gospel

(yeah-yeah) (let's go)

Met a man in hills of the Georgie pines with a golden

tooth

Swore he found the highway to the absolute truth

And a direct line to the heavenly lord With a map in

his hand and a rusty old Ford

Oh, that gold tooth shine on the mountain high

Looking for a road map in the southern sky

(sing it now)

He had jars of shine underneath the floor Said he don't have

to worry 'bout the law no more Just a Georgia breeze and

a banjo string

Waiting on the day that the angels sing (amen)

Oh, that gold tooth shine on the mountain high

Looking for a road map in the southern sky

(sing it now)

Down in the Georgia pines

(yeah) That absolute truth