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