Post Hole Digger

POSTHOLE DIGGER
written by Alexander Wright (SESAC)
Monkee Room Music ©2001.

His eyes burn the color of the land He walks the walk of a wounded man Come root n stone, rock or clay
He digs and he digs twenty holes a day He's a posthole digger with a digger in his hand

He's a posthole digger with
a digger in his hand

He builds his fence both
straight and true
Cause that's what he
was hired to do

Someone's always buying his time Longs for a dollar, only gets a dime

He's a posthole digger
with a digger in his hand
He's a posthole digger
with a digger in his hand

Take an ironwood tree
and you whittle it down

Dig a little hole, stick it in the ground Wood and Steel, Wood and Steel, Turn that land into a field
He's a posthole digger
with a digger in his hand

After forty five years of laying out fenceIt all lines up,
but it don't make sense

When he picked up his digger and he stuck it in the ground

His heart broke in two and he fell right down He's a posthole digger with a digger in his hand
He's a posthole digger
with a digger in his hand
Take an ironwood tree and you whittle it down

Dig a little hole, stick it in the ground Wood and steel wood and steel Turn that land into a field He's a posthole digger with a digger in his

They buried his body in a potter's field Tween the tangled roots of an Ironwood tree They took that man and whittled him down

Dug a little hole, stuck him
in the ground
He's a posthole digger
with a digger in his hand
He's a posthole digger
with a digger in his hand