So I hear about this town
Everyone rich
Diggin' in the ground
So I figure that I would go
Sell my things
For a pickin' axe
But I don't know why I'd do that
I hear voices in my head
They say
Dig dig dig dig dig
Dig dig dig dig dig
(pick pick pick pick)
Well I get closer to that mine
Hoping to find gold nuggets
I haul 16 tons a day
My hands are black-I like it that way
The straw boss says
"Hey you, you're doin' OK!"
We sing
Dig dig dig dig dig
Dig dig dig dig dig
150 days gone by
We ain't got diamonds, we got our axes
Well we go deeper in that mine
Hoping to find gold nuggets
But well, the exit caves in
But we don't care,we got each other
We sing
Dig dig dig dig dig
Dig dig dig dig dig