Diggin Holes Brent Cobb

Diggin Holes

Brent Cobb

Stephanie George

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Tuning Standard (E A D G B E)
Beat 4/4
Key: G
Capo:
No capo
Strumming 1

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
G
 Well,
I ought to be working in a coal mine
Neckdeep in black lung soot
Swinging a pick at that mountain side
    C               D
Halfway to China, I think I would
   G
Fit right in where the sun don't shine
                      Am
She's better off alone
Yeah,
       C                   G
I ought to be working in a coal mine
          D                    G
Lord knows I'm good at digging holes

[Verse 2]
Well,
     G
I ought to be drilling for that black gold
Swimming in that Texas tea
I could make a killing all on my own
          C                D
Selling my misfortune to a family
           G
'Cause when I hit rock bottom
                    Am
The deeper down I go
Yeah,
       C                        G
I ought to be drilling for that black gold
          D                    G
Lord knows I'm good at digging holes

[Verse 3]
Well,
     G
I ought to be working for the railroads
Sweat pouring off my back
Hauling away a heavy load
          C                       D
It's a far cry from Heaven down a cold steel track
     G
And I can't take her with me
                        Am
She's better off without
Yeah,
       C                      G
I ought to be working for the railroads
          D                    G
Lord knows I'm good at leaving town

[Bridge]
                     D
Oh, when it comes to love,
              C
I ain't got a clue
                   D                     G
What this heart of mine is supposed to do
                 D
It tears me up inside what I put her through
C                      D
 Still she won't let go

[Verse 4]
Oh,
     G
I ought to make my living in a graveyard
Over my head in dirt
If I had a shovel, I'd bury this heart
   C              D
Six feet down and my last words would be
  G
"I never meant to hurt you
                       Am
I'm better off a ghost"
Yeah,
       C                       G
I ought to make my living in a graveyard
          D                    G
Lord knows I'm good at digging holes
Oh,
       C                       G
I ought to make my living in a graveyard
          D                    C    G
Lord knows I'm good at digging holes

Bars

[Verse 1]
| G  | - | - | - |
| -  | - | - | C |
| D  | G | - | - |
| Am | C | G | D |
| G  | - |

Well,
I ought to be working in a coal mine
Neckdeep in black lung soot
Swinging a pick at that mountain side
Halfway to China, I think I would
Fit right in where the sun don't shine
She's better off alone
Yeah,
I ought to be working in a coal mine
Lord knows I'm good at digging holes

[Verse 2]
         | G | - |
| - | -  | - | - |
| C | D  | G | - |
| - | Am | C | G |
| D | G  | - |

Well,
I ought to be drilling for that black gold
Swimming in that Texas tea
I could make a killing all on my own
Selling my misfortune to a family
'Cause when I hit rock bottom
The deeper down I go
Yeah,
I ought to be drilling for that black gold
Lord knows I'm good at digging holes

[Verse 3]
             | G |
| - | - | -  | - |
| - | C | D  | G |
| - | - | Am | C |
| G | D | G  | - |

Well,
I ought to be working for the railroads
Sweat pouring off my back
Hauling away a heavy load
It's a far cry from Heaven down a cold steel track
And I can't take her with me
She's better off without
Yeah,
I ought to be working for the railroads
Lord knows I'm good at leaving town

[Bridge]
| D | C | D | G |
| D | C | D | - |

Oh, when it comes to love,
I ain't got a clue
What this heart of mine is supposed to do
It tears me up inside what I put her through
Still she won't let go

[Verse 4]
| G | - | - | -  |
| - | - | C | D  |
| G | - | - | Am |
| C | G | D | G  |
| C | G | D | C  |
| - | G |

Oh,
I ought to make my living in a graveyard
Over my head in dirt
If I had a shovel, I'd bury this heart
Six feet down and my last words would be
"I never meant to hurt you
I'm better off a ghost"
Yeah,
I ought to make my living in a graveyard
Lord knows I'm good at digging holes
Oh,
I ought to make my living in a graveyard
Lord knows I'm good at digging holes

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