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