Down in a Hole

Lyrics
Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a yearlong drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all? Trouble, but ain't we all? His daughter was a looker, but five'll get you ten He dressed her like a hooker and she smelled like sin Had a ragtop car, she made good grades Didn't like her daddy 'cause he wouldn't let her date She was trouble, but ain't they all? Trouble, but ain't they all? Don't work for him, boy It's like selling your soul He'll turn his back and leave you Way down in a hole His daddy wasn't a good man He owned most of the town He bought up all the farmland And tore up all the ground Covered up the county with stone and creosote Came to football games in a new fur coat Had a real big wife, a real big grin He gave thanks to Jesus for the shape that he was in He was trouble, oh but ain't they all? Trouble, but ain't they all? Big sign on the roadside Telling me how to live A couple things that he done Are real hard to forgive So don't work for him, boy It's like selling your soul He'll walk away and he'll leave you Way down in a hole
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Credits
- Writers
- Jason Isbell