The Goldrush

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I went digging for gold 
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I went down to the valley 
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Over by the mountain 
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Where the prospektor had been told 
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I'm marching through the cold 
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We're marching through the cold 
 
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I went digging for gold 
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I went down with my brother 
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 A bucket and a shovel 
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and a book about the colour of coal 
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I'm marching through the cold 
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We're marching through the cold 
 
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There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line 
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Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine? 
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She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one 
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Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun 
 
 F  
I went digging for gold 
       F  
I went down to the valley 
 F  
Over by the mountain 
          F  
Where the prospektor had been told 
                         Dm  Bb  
I'm marching through the cold 
                           F  
We're marching through the cold 
 
          Dm                         Bb         F  
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line 
       Dm                        Bb            F  
Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine? 
         Dm                           Bb           F  
She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one 
           Dm                     Bb              F  
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun 
           Dm                     Bb              F  
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun 
           Dm                     Bb              F  
Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun