From the recording Fill Dirt Wanted

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i'm running from myself running from my friends
running from the preacher running from my sins
running from my family running from my fears
running from anything that gets too near

fill dirt wanted i gotta fill a hole
no one to blame i dug it on my own
i want to talk with the devil and tell him i'm coming clean
but those rock bottom blues are a barroom poet's dream

running from the law running from the love
running from the bottom running from the stars above
i'm running out of reasons i'm running just because
running from a memory of a man I once was


you could take the appalachian mountains turn em into sand
drop it in that dreadful pit but i'd dig it out again
you could fill it full of whiskey but i'd drink it dry
and hum me out a melody in 3⁄4 time