Digging...

Our time here is over

baby we're done

this fussin and fightin

ain't in any way fun..

I'm going back Home

to to the old home stead..

got 2 good hands

& baby I ain't dead..

Gonna take that old house

and bring it back to life...

this life i'm livin's

cutting me like a knife....

Want to get back to growing

my own food to eat...

county road living

beats any city street..

Just like the Waltons Baby

we can survive...

that old homestead

can keep us alive...

theres a fireplace

and a big old spring...

all the water we can use

and it won't cost a thing...

i'll buy some chickens

and old milk cow...

I'm fixing up that old homestead

and doing it right now..

say what ya want

do what ya will

but this is the plan Honey

this is the deal...

I'm going back to the country

and doing my own thing...

where I'm on my own

and the phones don't ring..

stay if you want baby

that's up to you

we all gotta do

what we gotta do...

the windows open

and it's mine to take

staying here i'm digging

my own grave.....

 

repeat chorus...

 

all lyrics posted by me was writen by me..connetta jean...

Done