Digging My Own Grave

B | B | B | B | B | D | A | E | E | B | B | B | B | B | D | A | F# | B | B | B | B || B B B B B From the break of dawn 'til sundown, my daddy worked the mine, D A E E E well, the only time I saw his face was sunday dinnertime. B B B B B He'd cough and cuss for hours as he washed the dirt away, D A F# B E my mamma always told him: "you're digging your own grave, E E B B you're digging your own grave. B | B | B | B | B | D | A | E | E | B | B | B | B | B | D | A | F# | B | B | B | B || B B B B B He swung that hammer thirty years while coaldust filled his lungs, D A E E E he never did breath easy until his life was done. B B B B B Oh, just to feed the family I had to take his place D A F# B E and I swore I wouldn't spend my life digging my own grave, E E B B digging my own grave. B | B | B | B | B | D | A | E | E | B | B | B | B | B | D | A | F# | B | B | B | B || B B B* Way back in the mountains each man had to choose: D* A* E E a life of crime or work the mine was all we ever knew. B B B* So, I spent the great depression down here over coal D* A* F#* B* E until the day the timber caved and trapped me in this hole, E E B B trapped me in this hole. B | B | B | B | B | D | A | E | E | B | B | B | B | B | D | A | F# | B | B | B | B || B B B B B There's no way they can hear me from 1000 feet high B B B E E E E and God knows how quiet it is beneath the ground. B B B B B But even here I believe: "Lord, hear me when I pray, D A F# B E as I face my final hours, digging my own grave, E E B digging my own grave. D | D | E | E | B ||