Diggin' Holes - Brent Cobb

Well, I ought to be working in a coal mine

Neck deep in black lung soot

Swinging a pick at that mountain side

Halfway to China, I think I would

Fit right in where the sun don’t shine

She’s better off alone

Yeah I ought to be working in a coal mine

Lord knows I’m good at digging holes

Well I ought to be drilling for that black gold

Swimming in that Texas tea

I could make a killing all on my own

Selling my misfortune to a family

Cause when I hit rock bottom

The deeper down I go

Yeah, I ought to be drilling for that black gold

Lord knows I’m good at digging holes

Well I ought to be working for the railroads

Sweat pouring off my back

Hauling away a heavy load

It’s a far cry from heaven down a cold steel track

And I can’t take her with me

She’s better off without

Yeah I ought to be working for the railroads

Lord knows I’m good at leaving town

When it comes to love I ain’t got a clue

What this heart of mine is supposed to do

It tears me up inside what I put her through

Still she won’t let go

Well I ought to make my living 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 ought to make my living in a graveyard

Lord knows I’m good at digging holes

Oh I ought to make my living in a graveyard

Lord knows I’m good at digging holes