Digging Holes Songtext
von Cameron Whitcomb

I left home just to follow my feet
Had a rough couple years and I had to retreat
′Cause I was 17 with too much to prove
But it's hard to grow up when there′s rot in your roots

I ain't six feet deep, but I'm getting real close
And I just can′t leave, oh

My face feels heavy and my heart is broke
I′ve been waiting on dead trees to grow
This much rain will make you pray for snow
And I hate rock bottom, but I'm good at digging holes
Digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

And I met a girl with a lot of ideas
She had a couple dollars and I had a Cavalier
And we drove all night ′til that motor was gone
Only made it halfway to Saskatchewan


Now I smoke through lunch, and she still gets high
When you're this far down, it′s a real tough climb

My face feels heavy and my heart is broke
I've been waiting on dead trees to grow
This much rain will make you pray for snow
And I hate rock bottom, but I′m good at digging holes
Digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Oh, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Oh, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Oh, oh, oh, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Digging holes

My face feels heavy and I sold my soul
To make another payment on my own headstone
Damn this shovel 'cause I can't let go
And I hate rock bottom, but I′m good at digging holes
Digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Oh, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
No, no, no, digging holes (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Digging holes


Oh, I hate rock bottom, but I′m good at digging holes