| I’m diggin' my grave
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| I’m diggin' my grave
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| My road to hell is surely paved
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| With all the love that I never gave
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| I’m diggin' my grave
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| Oh lord I’m diggin' my grave
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| And the hole is made
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| With a pick and a spade
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| And all the debts never repaid
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| Oh how I wish that I could have stayed
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| But the hole is made
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| Oh lord the hole is made
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| And the hole is shallow where I must lay
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| The hole is shallow
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| But that’s okay
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| Cause I’ll have peace on my final day
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| Down in this shallow hole where I must lay
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| Well this July ground is mighty hard
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| This July ground is mighty hard
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| My back is broken
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| My hands are scared
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| This July ground is mighty hard
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| Well lord I wish that I hadn’t sinned
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| Oh oh I wish I hadn’t sinned
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| That I could be with you again
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| Oh oh I wish Oh I wish I hadn’t sinned
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| And the hole is shallow where I must lay
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| And the hole is shallow but that’s okay
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| Cause I’ll have peace on my final day
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| Down in this shallow hole where I must lay
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| This Iowa dirt is mighty cold
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| This Iowa dirt is mighty cold
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| And god will never rest my soul
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| Down in this Iowa dirt so cold
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| I’m diggin' my grave
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| Well, I’m diggin' my grave
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| My road to hell is surely paved
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| With all the love that I never gave
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| I’m diggin' my grave
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| Oh lord I’m diggin' my grave |