Dig Gravedigger Dig-Corb Lund

Dig Gravedigger Dig - Corb Lund Dig, dig, Gravedigger Dig, Gravedigger, dig Work that shovel with vigor, Gravedigger Before rigor mortis sets in, dig Dig, dig, Gravedigger Dig, Gravedigger, dig That big old hole just keeps gettin' bigger So dig, Gravedigger, dig He don't mind the cadavers, he don't mind human remains He got no problem sleepin' at night, ain't nothin' a little whiskey won't tame I asked about ghosts and spirits, I asked him if he ever got spooked I asked him if he ever gets haunted by souls, but he reckons that he buries them, too Nah, he ain't bothered by corpses, hell, he'll plant stiffs all day See, he's on a some kinda piecework deal, he gets paid by the grave He could be makin' more money, he could be out workin' the rigs But he says he don't really like no company, he says he'd rather just dig Gravedigger, he got secrets, he told me as he lit up a cig He says you gotta watch you don't badger the hole when you're cutting through the roots and the twigs He'll work right through in the darkness, then he'll stop and he'll take him a swig Drive by the right time of the night you might find him in the moonlight doin' a jig