Dirt Doesn’t Keep a Good Man Down

I’ve been buried by the best of them, Left for dead in shallow lies. But every time the dirt gets thrown, I claw my way back to the sky.

You can try to drag me under, But I’m made of fire and stone.

Dirt doesn’t keep a good man down — I rise from where the dead men drown. Kick the dust right off my name, Walk through hell like it’s my ground. If the world wants me forgotten, Tell it I don’t wear no crown — But dirt don’t keep a good man, Don’t keep a good man down.

I’ve heard whisperin’ from the graveyard, Voices callin’ me to stay. But I ain’t built for rottin’ quiet — I’m built to fight another day.

You can throw your stones and curses — They just sharpen who I am.

Dirt doesn’t keep a good man down — I push back when pressure pounds. Break the chains and shake the rust, Turn my scars to battlegrounds. If they think I’ll bow for darkness, Watch me tear the whole night down — ‘Cause dirt don’t keep a good man, Don’t keep a good man down.

Ohh… I crawled out of graves they dug for me… Ohh… Every fall just set me free…

Bury me once — I rise. Bury me twice — I rise. Dirt don’t keep a good man down… Not a man built to survive.

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