Chords for William Elliott Whitmore - Diggin My Grave

For about three weeks together, _ and this [G#m] is the second to the last [D#m] night, and we've been drinking so much booze.
[N] _ _ _ It's just downright encouraged _ in our line of work.
_ _ _ [G#m] And so tonight I thought I'd break [F] stride [G#] and drink some water. _ _
[N] It tastes so good, I never knew about this. _
[F] Drink water.
_ _ So, pardon me for [E] a moment while I [N] savor this delicious water. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#] Oh, I can feel it [N] energizing me.
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] We thank you guys.
Merci beaucoup.
Thank you so [D] much for listening.
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I'm on a road to _ _ _ hell, it's [G#] surely [F#m] filled _ _ _ with [D] all the love _ _ that I never gained.
_ _ But I'm digging my grave, oh [F] _ [D] Lord, I'm digging my grave.
_ _ At the Holy _ Seed, _ _ where the pain can't escape.
_ _ And all the _ _ _ debts never _ [F#m] _ _ _ repaid.
Oh, how [D] I wish _ _ that I could have stayed.
_ _ _ But the hole is made, [E] oh Lord, the hole [Dm] is made.
_ _ [D] And the [G] Holy _ Shed, oh Lord, where [D] I believe.
_ _ In the Holy _ Shed, oh Lord, that's _ [A] okay.
_ _ Cause I'll [Dm] have peace, _ on my [G] final _ days.
_ _ Down in [D] this Shed, oh Lord, where I'm lost again.
_ _ And this July _ ground _ is mighty hard.
_ _ _ And this July ground _ _ is mighty [E] _ hard.
_ _ My [D] back is broken, _ _ and my hands are sore.
_ _ And this July ground, this July [C#m] [D] ground is mighty hard.
_ _ _ Oh Lord, I wish _ _ that I had not _ sinned.
_ _ Oh Lord, [G] I _ _ _ [D] wish I hadn't [C#m] _ _ _ _ sinned.
That I [D] could _ be _ with you again.
_ _ _ Oh Lord, I wish, oh I wish I hadn't sinned.
_ _ _ [G] And the Holy _ Shed, oh Lord, where I [D] must live.
_ _ _ In the Holy _ Shed, oh Lord, that's [F#m] okay.
_ _ _ [Em] Cause I'll [D] have peace, _ _ on my final [G] _ days.
_ _ Down in [D] this Shed, oh Lord, where I'm lost again.
_ _ And this Iowa ground _ _ _ is mighty hard.
_ _ _ And this Iowa _ _ ground is _
_ [F#m] _ mighty hard.
_ And [D] God will _ never _ _ rest my soul.
_ _ _ _ Down in this _ Iowa [A] ground, [D] I'm so hard.
Oh Lord, I'm digging my grave.
_ _ _ I'm digging my _ grave.
_ And my road ahead, _ _ will leave shortly.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [D] With all the _ love _ that I never gave.
_ _ Well I'm digging my _ grave, oh [A] Lord, I'm [D] digging my grave.
_ _ Well I'm digging my grave, oh [F#m] Lord, I'm digging [Dm] my own grave. _ _ _ _
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