Diggin' my Grave - William Elliott Whitmore

I’m diggin' my grave

I’m diggin' my grave

My road to hell is surely paved

With all the love that I never gave

I’m diggin' my grave

Oh lord I’m diggin' my grave

And the hole is made

With a pick and a spade

And all the debts never repaid

Oh how I wish that I could have stayed

But the hole is made

Oh lord the hole is made

And the hole is shallow where I must lay

The hole is shallow

But that’s okay

Cause I’ll have peace on my final day

Down in this shallow hole where I must lay

Well this July ground is mighty hard

This July ground is mighty hard

My back is broken

My hands are scared

This July ground is mighty hard

Well lord I wish that I hadn’t sinned

Oh oh I wish I hadn’t sinned

That I could be with you again

Oh oh I wish Oh I wish I hadn’t sinned

And the hole is shallow where I must lay

And the hole is shallow but that’s okay

Cause I’ll have peace on my final day

Down in this shallow hole where I must lay

This Iowa dirt is mighty cold

This Iowa dirt is mighty cold

And god will never rest my soul

Down in this Iowa dirt so cold

I’m diggin' my grave

Well, I’m diggin' my grave

My road to hell is surely paved

With all the love that I never gave

I’m diggin' my grave

Oh lord I’m diggin' my grave