Miss Ater

Miss Ater was a sad, sad girl
You see, her sweet mama died
It was the end of her world
And for days and days she cried
Many moons, and many years ago
Simbennon left her side
Last thing she remembers is smiling in his flannel shirt
I'll see you when the cotton is high

And the rain in Sylvester falls harder than anywhere
Like the devil's got his fist on your house
And the dirt road and tobacco fields
Have looked the same for all these years
Like God forgot to finish this town

Floyd painted from the morning till night
Taking his breaks for cold beer
He was known as a great white knight
Sittin' in his rockin' chair
Norman waved his magic wand for all the kids in the trailer park
And the doves sang the prettiest song
With the whiskey in their coffee and
Church on Sunday morning
Everybody's got a way to get on

And the rain in Sylvester falls harder than anywhere
Like the devil's got his fist on your house
And the dirt roads and tobacco fields
Have looked the same for all these years
Like God forgot to finish this town
I think God forgot to finish this town

And the rain in Sylvester falls harder than anywhere
Like the devil's got his fist on your house
And the dirt roads and tobacco fields
Have looked the same for all these years
Like God forgot to finish this town
I think God forgot to finish this town
Oh, I think God forgot to finish this town