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Yeah, yeah (hmmmm)
Got a rusted-out flatbed sitting in the clay And a shadow in
my chest that won't go away (no sir) I sold my soul
at the crossroads sign Now the devil's on the porch drinking dandelion
wine
Feel the wind turn cold,
feel the floorboards shake There's a line in the dirt that we're
about to break
Dig my grave in the bottomland mud!
(raaaaagh!) Wash my sins in the red dirt flood!
Two lanes, blacktop, running from the heat With a pocket full of
copper and a Bible in the seat (hahaha)
But the crows in the pine trees are singing my name
And there ain't no water gonna quench this flame
Dig my grave in the bottomland mud!
(raaaaagh!) Wash my sins in the red dirt
flood!
Yeah...
Just lay me down in the red dirt.