Shovel


Shovel that dirt, make it look good

Level my grave just as it should

Shovel that dirt, make it look fine

Bury my soul for the rest of time


I hopped an engine for the south line heard there they got the fine wine

This pack filled with dust won't do

Strong hands will work for wages, sign me up both pages

Fortune grins sly at the fool


Day break comes put the metal to the mud

Dig until the wood turns red

Pain still on my breath, guts wrench like death

Night swirls around in my head


Doesn't matter where I go

Only need work to make me a home

Paper in my pocket keeps vices entertained

As blood pools beneath green stains


Shovel that dirt, make it look good

Level my grave just as it should

Shovel that dirt, make it look fine

Bury my soul for the rest of time


Sun gonna rise and the grain will grow

Until the river bed dry and crack

Hard to make a living when it's easier to sin

Burden weighs heavy on my old broke back


So take me on the high plains road

Put six feet of dirt right next to the hole

Nickel to my name won't buy me a suit

So I guess I'll have to go how I came


Shovel that dirt, make it look good

Level my grave just as it should

Shovel that dirt, make it look fine

Bury my soul for the rest of time

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