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