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Lyrics
Dig Deep
by Ben Scales
I got a letter from God
Made me feel funny.
Said my check had bounced,
And now I owed him some money.
He was real nice about it.
Gave me some time.
Said I could sign a new pledge card,
And work off the fine.
Brother, Dig Deep, deep down in your pocket,
If you believe your name's upon the roll.
Cuz it's not at the top,
It's not in the middle,
It's down at the bottom
Of the deep, deep river.
Down at the bottom of your soul.
I quit drinking last night,
Had all I can stand.
I fell down all twelve steps
With a beer in my hand
I'm sure it's gonna cost me
All of my good friends.
But I swear upon Jack Daniels' grave
I won't touch that stuff again.
Just give me a week,
And I'll go back on that promise.
Cuz way down deep, I have no self-control.
And it's not at the top,
It's not in the middle,
It's down at the bottom
Of the deep, deep river.
It's down at the bottom of the soul.
At the bottom of the soul
Is where the truth resides.
It may take a while to get there,
But it's worth the ride: Let's go!
I climbed up on the mountain.
I stood upright and tall.
Then, I dug myself a hole
Into which I could crawl.
I left my happy home
In the hills of Carolina
Took a wrong turn in Albuquerque
And wound up in China.
Say what's up Doc?
I see that you've been digging.
Way down deep, far as you can go.
Well, it's not at the top
It's not in the middle,
It's down in the bottom
Of a deep, deep river.
Down at the bottom of the soul.
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