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 clawfoot 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
 When 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