E
I went digging for gold
E
I went down to the valley
E
Over by the mountain
E
Where the prospektor had been told
C#m A
I'm marching through the cold
E
We're marching through the cold
E
I went digging for gold
E
I went down with my brother
E
G# bucket and a shovel
E
and a book about the colour of coal
C#m A
I'm marching through the cold
E
We're marching through the cold
C#m A E
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
C#m A E
Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine?
C#m A E
She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one
C#m A E
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun
E
I went digging for gold
E
I went down to the valley
E
Over by the mountain
E
Where the prospektor had been told
C#m A
I'm marching through the cold
E
We're marching through the cold
C#m A E
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
C#m A E
Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine?
C#m A E
She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one
C#m A E
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun
C#m A E
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun
C#m A E
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun