Digging Holes

I left home just to follow my feet

Had a rough couple years and I had to retreat

′Cause I was 17 with too much to prove

But it's hard to grow up when there′s rot in your roots

I ain't six feet deep, but I'm getting real close

And I just can′t leave, oh

My face feels heavy and my heart is broke

I′ve been waiting on dead trees to grow

This much rain will make you pray for snow

And I hate rock bottom, but I'm good at digging holes

Digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

And I met a girl with a lot of ideas

She had a couple dollars and I had a Cavalier

And we drove all night ′til that motor was gone

Only made it halfway to Saskatchewan

Now I smoke through lunch, and she still gets high

When you're this far down, it′s a real tough climb

My face feels heavy and my heart is broke

I've been waiting on dead trees to grow

This much rain will make you pray for snow

And I hate rock bottom, but I′m good at digging holes

Digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Oh, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Oh, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Oh, oh, oh, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Digging holes

My face feels heavy and I sold my soul

To make another payment on my own headstone

Damn this shovel 'cause I can't let go

And I hate rock bottom, but I′m good at digging holes

Digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Oh, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

No, no, no, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Digging holes

Oh, I hate rock bottom, but I′m good at digging holes