Standard (EADGBE)

Well I’m digging my grave, I’m digging my grave

My road to hell is surely paved

With all the love that I never gave

Well I’m digging my grave, I’m digging my grave

And the hole is made, with pick and spade

With all the debts nearly paid

Oh, how I wish, that I could have stayed

But the hole is made—Oh, the hole is made

Break

(walk ,,)

Oh and, the hole, is shallow where I must lay

The hole is shallow, but that’s ok

I’ll have peace on my final day

Down in this shallow hole where I must lay

This July ground, is mighty hard,

This July ground, is mighty hard

My back is broken, my hands are scarred

This July ground is mighty hard

Woah, I wish, I hadn’t sinned

Woah, I wish, I hadn’t sinned

So I could be with you again

Woah, I wish, I hadn’t sinned

Repeat Break

Well this Iowa dirt is mighty cold

This Iowa dirt is mighty cold

And God will never rest my soul

Down in this Iowa dirt, so cold

Well I’m digging my grave, I’m digging my grave

My road to hell is surely paved

With all the love that I never gave

Well I’m digging my grave, I’m digging my grave