Digging the Same Damn Hole

Sunrise burns like a brand on my back. Steel boots stomp down a red

dirt track. Calloused hands, they don't ever rest. Building dreams,

laying bricks on my chest. The boss man shouting, I don't make

a sound. Ain't no quit when your roots hit the ground. By sundown,

I'm dragging these bones. But the work don't stop when I get home.

I'm working my fingers down to the bone. Building a legacy all on my

own. Blood in my whiskey, fire in my soul.

Ain't no resting in name I hold. Hands of stone and a heart