Lyrics

Ain't the kind of man put my head down in the sand when there's work to do. Ain't your knuckles gettin' sore, brother, knockin' at my door when there's work to do? Sometime in your yard try pilin' up the sod - makin' dirt for God.
Makin' dirt for God.

Look for someone else to bore with your hippo-christian war. I got work to do. I'll say thank you for your time, but I think you're wastin' mine when there's work to do. I'll be in my yard. I'll be pilin' up the sod, makin' dirt for God. Yeah, I'll be in my yard. I'll be pilin' up the sod, makin' dirt for God.
Makin' dirt for God.

Pray for the man that won't get up and help himself. Waiting for a sign, he's dying on a shelf.

Sometime in your yard, try pilin' up the sod - makin' dirt for God.

Put down your bible. Roll up your sleeves. Pick up a shovel and turn some leaves.

We got work to do.
We got work to do.
We got work to do.
We got work to do.

We got work to do. (6 times)