"Hands In The Dirt" lyrics

I got tired of living with depression
So I went for a little walk
I ran into a woman up under the bridge
Making money reading tarot cards
She said, "I can tell when you're lying
But I know you've been telling the truth
I know you ain't said a prayer in years
Since you were living in your mama's roost
Well the Devil he works in mysterious ways
But he knows when you're out of fight
You need to pick your soul up from out of the filth
And make him think that you're living right"

Boy, you gotta walk on back to the country
And put your hands in the dirt
Your daddy always said, "when the dream gets dead
Pick your ass up and go to work"

She said, "I see you quit school after two hard years
You took it easy out on the road
But rolling your dice with them neon lights
Has got you saying, 'hey, now I know'
That you don't need love or a higher education
To make it big selling tapes
Cause if you pull a big crowd and then settle on down
That's icing on the wedding cake
Sugar, that's icing on the wedding cake"

So go on and run back to the country
Put your hands in the dirt
Your daddy always said, "when the dream gets dead
Pick your ass up and go to work"

Oh, you gotta walk on back to the country
And put your hands in the dirt
Your daddy always said, "when your dream gets dead
Then pick your ass up and go to work"
Oh, I'm gonna run on back to the country
And put my hands in the dirt
My daddy always said, "when the dream gets dead
To wake my ass up and go to work"