Done Diggin Ditches

I’m done diggin’ ditches today’s my last day

Diggin’ dirt my whole life now I’ll sing for my pay

Scabs on my hands open up when I play

I’m done diggin’ ditches I’ve got something to say

Well tell them I’m leavin’ I’m hittin’ the road

It’s time to play music for my friends I don’t know

I’m tired of hurtin’ for the money I’m owed

I’m done diggin’ ditches less I’m diggin’ for gold

A hot August day in East Tennessee

Without a cloud in the sky as far as I see

Sun pressin’ down like God’s finger on me

Saying son you ain’t being who I meant you to be

Well I’m done diggin’ ditches today’s my last day

Diggin’ dirt my whole life now I’ll sing for my pay

Scabs on my hands open up when I play

I’m done diggin’ ditches, I got something to say

Ground is frozen December to March

Then the rains take over when the blackberry starts

Either sweatin’ like hell or you're frozen in parts

Ditches at sunrise, diggin’ ditches till dark

I got holes in my clothes I got rocks in my boots

Diggin’ hard red clay, diggin’ stones, diggin’ roots

Cain’t go around 'em you’ve got to cut through

Like the words to my songs when I sing 'em to you

I’m done diggin’ ditches today’s my last day

Diggin’ dirt my whole life now I’ll sing for my pay

Scabs on my hands open up when I play

I’m done diggin’ ditches I’ve got something to say

I’m done diggin’ ditches I’ve got music to play