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Verse 1
Thomas Wheeler bought a rifle
He hung it over the door
Tomorrow I’ll be leaving
He’ll see that rifle no more

Verse 2
For many a year I’ve been scheming
To get my hands on that gun
But tomorrow I’ll be leaving
To live a short life on the run

Chorus
  Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
  Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground
  Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
  Gonna lay these old bones down

Verse 3
My arms and legs, they fail me
I shiver and shudder in the sun
But tomorrow I’ll be leaving
With Thomas Wheeler’s prize gun

Verse 4
My body’s shriveled and withered
My hands are shaky and numb
But tomorrow I’ll be leaving
And in the mountains before the sun

Chorus

Verse 5
It’s been twenty years and counting
Since my wife took her last breath
Tomorrow I’ll be leaving
To return and avenge her death

Verse 6
We were two young lovers
Until a wild shot changed my life
Tomorrow I’ll be leaving
With the gun that killed my wife

Chorus

Verse 7
So now I round up these last things
Before I turn in for the night
For tomorrow I’ll be leaving
And everything will be all right

Verse 8
Wheeler sleeps below his rifle
As do all uneasy old men
And tomorrow I’ll be leaving
But Tom will never stir again

Chorus