Down in a Hole

Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out
Like the king of something evil in a yearlong drought
With a dirty white suit a big white hat
A bullet in his pocket no matter where he's at
He's trouble but ain't we all Trouble but ain't we all
His daughter was a looker but five'll get you ten
He dressed her like a hooker and she smelled like sin
She had a ragtop car She made good grades
She didn't like her daddy 'cause he wouldn't let her date
She was trouble but ain't we all Trouble but ain't we all
Don't work for him boy It's like selling your soul
He'll turn back and he'll leave you way down in a hole
His daddy wasn't a good man He owned most of the town
He bought up all the farmland and tore up all the ground
He covered up the county in stone and creosote
Came to football games in a new fur coat
Had a real big wife and a real big grin
He gave thanks to Jesus for the shape that he was in
He was trouble but ain't we all Trouble but ain't we all
Big sign on the roadside telling me how to live
A couple things that he done real hard to forgive
So don't work for him boy It's like selling your soul
He'll walk away and he'll leave you way down in a hole