I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun Any fool knows you'll never get rich When you're down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun All I got to show is blisters and sweat Blisters and sweat and minimum pay I'm just tryin' to get out of debt And buddy I bet you, I make it someday Well I wish that I was the man with the clipboard Sittin' in the shade with an RC cola Makin' calls on the cellular phone And yellin' down at me to keep my bu*t movin' But I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun Any fool knows you'll never get rich When you're down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun
Someday you'll see me workin' that clipboard Sittin' in the cab of a cool Silverado Tuned in to a country station Rollin' down the window just to holler out orders To the fool with the shovel way down in a ditch When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun Everybody knows you never get rich Working down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch When you're down in a ditch it's a son of a gun Any fool knows you'll never get rich Working down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun Way down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun Dig it Oh, its hot out here [?] RC cola