Down in a Hole

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