Autoscroll
1 Column 
Text size
Transpose 0
Am Amsus2/G Cyrus Jones eighteen-ten to nineteen-thirteen
FMade his great grandchildren believe You could Amlive to a hundred and three Amsus2/G A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid FSo, Cyrus Jones live forAmever
AmGravedigger Amsus2/G When you dig my grave Could you make it shalElow So that I Amcan feGel the raiD/F#n AmGravedigger
Am Amsus2/G Muriel Stonewall nineteen o three to nineteen fifty four
She Flost both of her babies in the Amsecond great war Amsus2/G Now, you should never have to watch your only children lowered in the ground I mean Fnever have to bury your ownAm babies
AmGravedigger Amsus2/G 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 Amsus2/G When you dig my grave Could you make it shaEllow So that I Amcould fGeel the rain D/F# Oh GraveAmdigger
Am Amsus2/G Little Mikey Carson sixty-seven to seventy-five
He rode hisF bike like the devil until the daAmy he died Amsus2/G When he grows up he wants to be Mister Vertigo on the flying trapeze
AmGravedigger Amsus2/G When you dig my grave Could you make it shaEllow So that I Amcan fGeel the rain D/F# Oh, GraveAmdigger Amsus2/G 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 GraveAmdigger Amsus2/G When you dig my grave Could you make it shaEllow So that IAm can fGeel the raiD/F#n GraveAmdiggerG F E Am G F E GraAmvediggGer F E Am G F