The Bottomless Hole

My name I don't remember, though I hail from Ohio

I had a wife and children, good tires on my car

What took me from my home and put me in the earth

Was the mouth of a deep, dark hole I found behind my barn

We'd been filling it with garbage as long as you could count

Kitchen scraps and dead cows, tractors broken down

But never did I hear one thing hit the ground

And slowly I came to fear that this was a bottomless hole

I went out behind the barn and stared down in that hole

Late into the evening my mind would not let go

So I got out my ropes and a rusty claw-foot tub

And I rigged myself a chariot to ride down in that hole

My wife, she did help me, she fed me down the ropes

And then I sank away from the surface of this world

With the last rope pulled tight, I had not reached the end

And in anger I swung there, down in that dark abyss

So I got out my knife, I told my wife goodbye

I cut loose from the ropes and fell on down that hole

And still I am there falling down in this evil pit

But until I hit the bottom, I won't believe it's bottomless