I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun Any fool knows you'll never get rich When you're down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun All I got to show is blisters and sweat Blisters and sweat and minimum pay I'm just tryin' to get out of debt And buddy I bet you, I make it someday Well I wish that I was the man with the clipboard Sittin' in the shade with an RC cola Makin' calls on the cellular phone And yellin' down at me to keep my butt movin' But I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun Any fool knows you'll never get rich When you're down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun Someday you'll see me workin' that clipboard Sittin' in the cab of a cool Silverado Tuned in to a country station Rollin' down the window just to holler out orders To the fool with the shovel way down in a ditch When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun Everybody knows you never get rich Working down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun Any fool knows you'll never get rich Working down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun Way down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun Dig it Oh, its hot out here [Incomprehensible] RC cola © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com