Ruth Etc - VI Feet

Six feet ain't much for a grave
Time but a structure
That man has made
Act like tomorrow's
Just another day
Put a shovel in your hand
Pour some whiskey
Out for your mate
And the dirt is on my hands
And the gravity is sinking in
To the chapel I will go
I pray the devil that he won't know
Gravedigger
I can feel it in the wind
Vibrate my bones
Headed into space that nobody
Nobody
Nobody knows
We're gathered here
A holy place
Singin' songs that swing so low
Amazing grace
And the dirt is on my hands
And the gravity is sinking in
To the chapel I will go
I pray the devil that he won't know
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger

Written by:
Ruth Pooley

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