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