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
DmBb
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
DmBb
I'm marching through the cold
F
We're marching through the cold
DmBbF
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
DmBbF
Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine?
DmBbF
She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one
DmBbF
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
DmBb
I'm marching through the cold
F
We're marching through the cold
DmBbF
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
DmBbF
Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine?
DmBbF
She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one
DmBbF
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun
DmBbF
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun
DmBbF
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun