Dig It ‘til I Die

Wood and metal made a timeline on vinyl. You agree?

We can all rest assured knowing that a king lived in Tennessee.

I keep digging deeper ‘til I find a keeper.

The sound that’s playin’ in my head all the time.

All the time.

Any closing remarks? Save them for the books or another day.

Time keeps wasting waiting on a salesman that can sell a grave.

There’s a party of three where I’m supposed to be and that’s costly.

It won’t be long ‘til he tells it all.

He screams rather softly.

I keep digging deeper ‘til I find a keeper.

The sound that’s playin’ in my head all the time.

All the time.

You gave about a hundred too many, but they wouldn’t of taken any less.

They had twenty-seven to learn from so they watched and tried their best.

The needle gets weaker, the hole gets deeper, and I try to find anything inside.

I dig it ‘til I die.

Dig it ‘til I die.

Until I die.