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