Chris Whitley

Dirt Floor

Chris Whitley


There's a dirt floor underneath here 
To receive us when changes fail 
May this shovel loose your trouble 
Let them fall away 

Well the mist shall be your blanket 
While the moss shall ease your head 
As the future is soon forgotten 
As the dirt shall be your bed 

There's a dirt floor underneath here 
To receive us when changes fail 
May this shovel loose your trouble 
Let them fall away