Diggin' Holes

 

 

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1. Well, I oughta be workin' in a coal mine, neck deep in black lung soot.
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Swingin' a pick at that mountainside, halfway to China I think I would
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Fit right in where the sun don't shine. She's better off alone.
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Yeah I oughta be workin' in a coal mine. Lord knows I'm good at diggin' holes.

 

2. Well I oughta be drillin' for that black gold, swimmin' in that Texas tea.
I could make a killin' all on my own, sendin' my misfortune to her family
'cause when I hit rock bottom, the deeper down I go.
Oh I oughta be drillin' for that black gold. Lord knows I'm good at diggin' holes.

 

3. Well I oughta be workin' for the railroad, sweat pourin' off my back.
Haulin' away a heavy load, it's a far cry from heaven down that cold steel track
And I can't take her with me. She's better off without.
Yeah I oughta be workin' for the railroad. Lord knows I'm good at leavin' town.

 

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Brid. When it comes to love I ain't got a clue. What this heart of mine is supposed to do.
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It tears me up inside what I put her through. Still she won't let go.

 

4. Well I oughta make my livin' in a graveyard, over my head in dirt.
If I had a shovel I'd bury this heart six feet down and my last words would be:
I never meant to hurt you. I'm better off a ghost.
Yeah I oughta make my living in a graveyard. Lord knows I'm good at diggin' holes.

 

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End. Oh I oughta make my living in a graveyard. Lord knows I'm good at diggin' holes.