I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch
When you're down in a ditch it's a son of 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 butt a movin'

I'm runnin' this shovel way down in a ditch
When you're down in a ditch it's a son of 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'll never get rich
Workin' 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 gun
Any fool knows you'll never get rich
When you're down in a ditch in the Tennessee sun

Writer : LINDE, DENNIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing