Corb Lund Dig Gravedigger Dig
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