He arrived 72 Hollow eyed everyone who he was running he was scared
Made plan to that 730 mine
Did well busting rocks in the pines
That silver and gold was all the young man could want
In the evenings you’d hear him play fiddle rings to the end of day, he was digging for the plans they made, he was digging his own grave
Where you love mr.griffin it been rumor that she died a night before you wedding day, is that right mr.griffin does the fiddle prior hurting tune on the tune of the murdering hand
He stayed away from tha girls and tha boos all the things he thought he might loose all that money he made or the secrets he kept, one June night lord that fiddle play was hot, then the valley rang out with a shot, When we found him he was face down in the hole that he had dug
They still say you can hear him play, his fiddle rings through the end of day, he was digging for his debt pay, he was digging his own grave
Where you love mr.griffin it been rumor that she died a night before you wedding day, is that right mr.griffin does the fiddle prior hurting tune on the tune of the murdering hand! mr.griffin does the fiddle prior hurting tune on the tune of the murdering han——d!
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