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