My Man Digs Graves

My man digs graves
Digs every day
He don’t paint no walls
He don’t write no books

And when he’s paid
He buries the money

My man digs graves
Deeper every day
He don’t sing no songs
He don’t twiddle no thumbs

And when he’s late
He’s gone for days

My man digs graves
Digs like in chains
He’s got them all placed
He’s got them all named

He doesn’t pray
He digs deeper every day

Ah,

My man digs graves

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