Dig Down Deep

There’s a man beside the feed store in a Pennsylvania jacket

Talking on his phone and smoking a butt

he’s waiting for his wife who’s inside buying seed corn

playing roulette with the weather next fall

Dig down deep

Bury the past, but don’t you weep

Dig down deep

Plant a seed, and pray for a time to reap

Somewhere in the kitchen is your mother's other earring

The one she lost when her wish came true

We haven’t seen her since she moved to Orlando 

Left us the land and the farmhouse too

Dig down deep

Bury the past, but don’t you weep

Dig down deep

Plant a seed, and pray for a time to reap

When I was five, these hills were thick with horses                     

We had sunday dinners at the old grange hall

but farms went under, and up went divorces

supercenters, and new strip malls

Dig down deep

Bury the past, but don’t you weep

Dig down deep

Plant a seed, and pray for a time to reap