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