About the song
**Willie Nelson,** a name synonymous with country music’s soul, lends his distinctive voice to this poignant song. His weathered vocals, rich with experience, add layers of depth to the already evocative lyrics. It’s like he’s sharing a quiet contemplation, a moment of reflection he’s had himself, perhaps under the vast Texan sky.
**”Gravedigger”** itself, originally penned by Dave Matthews, takes us on a journey through a cemetery, where each grave whispers a tale of a life lived. It’s not a morbid song, mind you, but rather a meditation on the human experience, the fleeting nature of our time here, and the legacies we leave behind.
Nelson’s interpretation brings a certain gravitas to the song. His delivery is unhurried, allowing the lyrics to resonate, to sink in. He’s not just singing; he’s telling a story, painting a picture with his voice.
The arrangement is simple, uncluttered, allowing Nelson’s vocals and the song’s message to take center stage. The gentle strumming of the guitar, the subtle harmonies, all contribute to the song’s reflective atmosphere.
When you listen to **Willie Nelson’s** “Gravedigger,” you’re not just hearing a song; you’re experiencing a moment, a quiet contemplation on life’s journey. It’s a reminder to cherish the moments we have, to appreciate the stories that surround us, and to find beauty in the quiet corners of existence.
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Lyrics
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his
Great grandchildren believe
He could live to a 103
A hundred and three is forever
When you’re just a little kid
So, Cyrus Jones lived forever
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies
In the second great war
Now, you should never have
To watch your only children
Lowered in the ground
That means
You should never have
To bury your own babies
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Ring around the rosey
Pocket full o’posey
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Little Mikey Carson ’67 to ’75
He rode his bike
Like the devil
Until the day he died
When he grows up
He wants to be
Mr. Vertigo
On the flying trapeze
Oh, 1940 to 1992
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Grave digger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Grave digger
