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.