Dig Gravedigger Lyrics - Cabin Fever - 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 dont mind the cadavers, he dont mind human remains 

He got no problem sleepin at night, aint nothin a little whiskey wont 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 aint bothered by corpses, hell, hell plant stiffs all day 

See, hes 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 dont really like no company, he says hed rather just dig 

Gravedigger, he got secrets, he told me as he lit up a cig 

He says you gotta watch you dont badger the hole when youre cutting through the roots and the twigs 

Hell work right through in the darkness, then hell stop and hell take him a swig 

Drive by the right time of the night you might find him in the moonlight doin a jig