Don’t Dig Up What You Buried Bubba Patrick — Porch Wisdom with Bubba & Trigger [Intro — Martin guitar, swinging piano] [Spoken] Trigger… Yesterday you worked forty-five minutes Finding a place to hide that thing. Now you’re digging it back up? Son, we need to discuss your system. [Verse 1] You were working by the flowerpot, Had some dirt behind your ears. Looked like you were laying pipeline, Might be busy several years. Then you hauled out something muddy, Held it high for me to see. Could’ve been a fancy dog treat, Could’ve been part of a tree. [Verse 2] You were proud of your discovery, Brought it right up on the porch. Dropped it down beside my coffee Like a trophy from the woods. I said, “Son, you put that thing away, Then you went and had your lunch. Why’d you spend your whole next morning Going back to stir it up?” [Chorus] Don’t dig up what you buried, Just to drag it through the house. Leave that muddy mess behind you, We got clean rugs to think about. You were happy on the porch swing Till you went back to that hole. Son, don’t dig up what you buried— Let’s go find somewhere to stroll. [Instrumental — Fiddle turnaround] [Verse 3] Then I got to telling Heather ’Bout a fuss from years ago. Had the who and when and where of it, Thought she’d surely want to know. I was reaching for the next detail, Building up my closing case, When you walked in with your muddy prize And that dirt all on your face. [Spoken] Well… That’s inconvenient timing. [Verse 4] Heather glanced down at the both of us, Then she handed me a towel. I was halfway through “But listen…” When I heard myself somehow. Said, “We settled that a while back. Guess I’m dragging it around.” You dropped your treasure by my boot, And we both looked at the ground. [Chorus] Don’t dig up what you buried, Just to drag it through the house. Leave that muddy mess behind you, We got clean rugs to think about. You were happy on the porch swing Till you went back to that hole. Son, don’t dig up what you buried— Let’s go find somewhere to stroll. [Instrumental — Harmonica solo, then honky-tonk piano] [Bridge] If there’s something needs attention, We can talk it over plain. If I owe someone an “I’m sorry,” I can own up to my blame. But that old, forgiven argument Doesn’t need another round. I can put away my shovel, Leave the last word in the ground. [Verse 5] So I washed your little paws off, Put my coffee in the sink. Told my wife, “I’m going walking. Need some air more than I think.” You were waiting by the screen door, All excited for our lap. Then you turned toward that flowerpot— I said, “We ain’t going back!” [Final Chorus] Don’t dig up what you buried, Just to drag it through the house. Leave that muddy mess behind you, We got better things to talk about. There’s a breeze along the sidewalk, And a good day getting going. Son, don’t dig up what you buried— Grab that leash and let’s get rolling! [Tag] Got my shoes, got your collar, Got a little self-control. We can leave that patch of trouble And go take our morning stroll. [Outro — Spoken] Now, if you buried my car keys, That’s a different conversation. [Pause] Trigger… Where are my car keys? [Harmonica flourish and band finish]
