Lyrics

DIGGIN DELTA DIRT
© 2005 David Hall Songwriter


Promised Mississippi that he?d move back sometime
City streets can wear out dreams, waste a springtime
Heard that muddy water called his name
Delta boy in his country home again

He cast a line in the river and pulled down his cap
It?s 90 degrees in the shade and time for a nap
He didn?t even bother to use a lure
Laid the pole down in the Delta dirt (and he said)

God I love my southern home
Where BB wrote the thrill is gone
Life?s a little slower and Sunday?s meant for church
Bought a boat named ?Deeper in Debt?
She?s stuck in the mud trying to get wet
I?m not singing the blues, I?m digging Delta dirt

Preacher Johnson works the land got fields full of corn
He plays a mean dobro and sings on his porch
Everyone in town knows the words
A little ragtime gospel about the dirt (and he said)

God I love my river home
It?s got alligators and mosquitoes
Boys were raised saying thank you, ma?am and sir
I drink sweet tea from a Mason jar
Won?t step foot in a coffee bar
I?m not singing the blues I?m digging Delta dirt

God I love my southern home
Where BB wrote the thrill is gone
Life?s a little slower and Sunday?s meant for church
Bought a boat named ?Deeper in Debt?
She?s stuck in the mud trying to get wet
I?m not chasing the blues, I?m digging Delta dirt

No, I?m not singing the blues, I digging delta dirt
I think I?ll kick off my shoes feel the delta dirt