Can’t Look Away The Wood Brothers

There's a sweet little farmhouse in Virginia
Full of guns and ammunition
In the driveway there's some pickup trucks
With shotgun racks and camouflage paint
Down a path to the river
There's some good ole boy just drinkin' and fishin'
And when the shit hits the fan, you know just who to call
Or who to blame

And you can try
And you can try
But you can't look away

You can't look away
You can't look away
You can try
But you can't look away

She steps out of the bathtub, barely covers up with a towel
And gets the front door
It's the college boy from up the street
Here to cut the grass while her husband's away
And the neighbors they peaked through the blinds
'Cause they know her man's overseas, lost in the war
She fixes her hair up, lets the boy inside
For lemonade