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Am Amsus2/G
Cyrus Jones eighteen-ten to nineteen-thirteen
FMade his great grandchildren believe
You could Amlive to a hundred and three
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A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid
FSo, Cyrus Jones live forAmever
AmGravedigger
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When you dig my grave
Could you make it shalElow
So that I Amcan feGel the raiD/F#n
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Muriel Stonewall nineteen o three to nineteen fifty four
She Flost both of her babies in the Amsecond great war
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Now, you should never have to watch your only children lowered in the ground
I mean Fnever have to bury your ownAm babies
AmGravedigger
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When you dig my grave
Could you make it shalElow
So that I Amcan fGeel the rain
AmGravedigger
DmRing around the FroseCy G Bb
DmPocket full of FposeCy G Bb
DmAshes to FasheCs G Bb Dm F
We Call fall Gdown
AmGravedigger
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When you dig my grave
Could you make it shaEllow
So that I Amcould fGeel the rain D/F#
Oh GraveAmdigger
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Little Mikey Carson sixty-seven to seventy-five
He rode hisF bike like the devil until the daAmy he died
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When he grows up he wants to be Mister Vertigo on the flying trapeze
AmGravedigger
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When you dig my grave
Could you make it shaEllow
So that I Amcan fGeel the rain D/F#
Oh, GraveAmdigger
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When you dig my grave
Could you make it shaEllow
So that I Amcan feel the rain
GI can feel the rain
I can D/F#feel the rain
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When you dig my grave
Could you make it shaEllow
So that IAm can fGeel the raiD/F#n
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