Dark As A Dungeon
C Em F G(7)
Gather round fellows, so young and so fine,
C Em F C
And seek not your fortune way down in the mine.
C Em F G(7)
It will form like a habit and seep in your soul,
C Em F C
'Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal.
G F C
It's dark as a dungeon and it's damp as the dew,
G F C