| Song | Diggin' My Grave |
| Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
| Album | Ashes to Dust |
| 作词 : Whitmore | |
| I'm diggin' my grave | |
| I'm diggin' my grave | |
| My road to hell is surely paved | |
| With all the love that I never gave | |
| I'm diggin' my grave | |
| Oh lord I'm diggin' my grave | |
| And the hole is made | |
| With a pick and a spade | |
| And all the debts never repaid | |
| Oh how I wish that I could have stayed | |
| But the hole is made | |
| Oh lord the hole is made | |
| And the hole is shallow where I must lay | |
| The hole is shallow | |
| But that's okay | |
| Cause I'll have peace on my final day | |
| Down in this shallow hole where I must lay | |
| Well this July ground is mighty hard | |
| This July ground is mighty hard | |
| My back is broken | |
| My hands are scared | |
| This July ground is mighty hard | |
| Well lord I wish that I hadn't sinned | |
| Oh oh I wish I hadn't sinned | |
| That I could be with you again | |
| Oh oh I wish Oh I wish I hadn't sinned | |
| And the hole is shallow where I must lay | |
| And the hole is shallow but that's okay | |
| Cause I'll have peace on my final day | |
| Down in this shallow hole where I must lay | |
| 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 | |
| I'm diggin' my grave | |
| Well, I'm diggin' my grave | |
| My road to hell is surely paved | |
| With all the love that I never gave | |
| I'm diggin' my grave | |
| Oh lord I'm diggin' my grave |
| zuò cí : Whitmore | |
| I' m diggin' my grave | |
| I' m diggin' my grave | |
| My road to hell is surely paved | |
| With all the love that I never gave | |
| I' m diggin' my grave | |
| Oh lord I' m diggin' my grave | |
| And the hole is made | |
| With a pick and a spade | |
| And all the debts never repaid | |
| Oh how I wish that I could have stayed | |
| But the hole is made | |
| Oh lord the hole is made | |
| And the hole is shallow where I must lay | |
| The hole is shallow | |
| But that' s okay | |
| Cause I' ll have peace on my final day | |
| Down in this shallow hole where I must lay | |
| Well this July ground is mighty hard | |
| This July ground is mighty hard | |
| My back is broken | |
| My hands are scared | |
| This July ground is mighty hard | |
| Well lord I wish that I hadn' t sinned | |
| Oh oh I wish I hadn' t sinned | |
| That I could be with you again | |
| Oh oh I wish Oh I wish I hadn' t sinned | |
| And the hole is shallow where I must lay | |
| And the hole is shallow but that' s okay | |
| Cause I' ll have peace on my final day | |
| Down in this shallow hole where I must lay | |
| 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 | |
| I' m diggin' my grave | |
| Well, I' m diggin' my grave | |
| My road to hell is surely paved | |
| With all the love that I never gave | |
| I' m diggin' my grave | |
| Oh lord I' m diggin' my grave |