Well, I dropped out of school and I couldn't find a job
So I started diggin' holes
Now I've been weary for fifty-five years
So I guess that's why I'm alone
And my dreams ain't been right for the past decade
But I still pray my soul to keep
Just stick around 'til the sun goes down
And you'll know just what I mean
Well, that crow sits on that fence post
Talkin' trash like he always does
And that preacher keeps on preachin'
A coyote howls to the moon above
And I don't have many friends, but the ones I do
Don't really say too much
Because that crow sits on that fence post
Talkin' trash like he always does, hey
In the back left corner by the old pine tree
There's a man I buried for first degree
He told me his cheatin' wife was a whore
And how the electric chair really lit up his world
And all I've got is a shovel and these calloused hands
And I've dug every grave on this piece of land
Hell, I had a love once, but I buried her too
And it's not hard livin', it's just hard on you
