Jason Isbell - Down In A Hole lyrics
[Jason Isbell - Down In A Hole lyrics]
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, but ain't we all?
Trouble, but ain't we 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
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, but ain't we all?
Trouble, but ain't we 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