Oh! I'm a hole digger, by birth and by trade
Policeman took away my shoveling spade
He doesn't like some of the holes I made
But I'm a hole digger, I'm not afraid
Once I went to work, dug a cowboy fencepost
But it held the wild creatures I loved most
They got raised, got sold, got reduced to ghosts
That ain't the way it's supposed to go
Once I was commissioned, dug for the mayor
Waited to meet him, but just his body was there
In a box of butchered trees, built just to bury
Such sacrifice don't seem very fair
Once I took my shovel up my mother's hill
To look for new water, but I found oil
Some company came, raised a towering drill
Now mama's well is just an oil spill
Once I dug a firepit along the shore
Threw in the fences and graves from before
All through the town, my wildfire tore
So they took my tools, "Don't dare dig no more"
So I dig with my hands now, deep into the ground
Stand and dust them off when police come 'round
And ask what I'm doin' by this dirt hole and mound
"I'm digging for freedom, can't quit 'til it's found"
Cause I'm a hole digger, by birth and by trade
Policeman took away my shoveling spade
He doesn't like some of the holes I made
But I'm a hole digger, I'm not afraid
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