Sideline — Digging My Own Grave

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
         A                  A           A                A      A
From the break of dawn 'til sundown, my daddy worked the mine,
          C           G                D            D       D
well, the only time I saw his face was sunday dinnertime.
     A                  A        A                   A     A
He'd cough and cuss for hours as he washed the dirt away,
   C            G                 E                A        D
my mamma always told him: "you're digging your own grave,
D        D                A        A
  you're digging your own grave.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
   A                 A                  A                   A      A
He swung that hammer thirty years while coaldust filled his lungs,
   C                G              D        D       D
he never did breath easy until his life was done.
    A                A        A               A       A
Oh, just to feed the family I had to take his place
      C                G             E              A       D
and I swore I wouldn't spend my life digging my own grave,
D D              A          A
  digging my own grave.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
A                         A                      A*
Way back in the mountains each man had to choose:
  C*               G*                D           D
a life of crime or work the mine was all we ever knew.
      A                          A                  A*
So, I spent the great depression down here over coal
          C*      G*               E*                 A*     D
until the day the timber caved and trapped me in this hole,
D D                  A        A
  trapped me in this hole.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
           A            A            A         A       A
There's no way they can hear me from 1000 feet high
    A             A             A         D    D    D    D
and God knows how quiet it is beneath the ground.
    A             A             A              A       A
But even here I believe: "Lord, hear me when I pray,
     C             G      E              A          D
as I face my final hours, digging my own grave,
D D              A
  digging my own grave.

[Outro]
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