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The Watery Eye (Epiphora) · Watery Hands (Superchunk) · Watery, Domestic (Pavement) · Watery, Domestic (Pavement) · Diggin' the Crates, Vol. 5: For Miami Bass (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Crate Diggin' Fever: The Cult of Rarity (Hutchinson, Hutch) · I'm Diggin' It (Alecia Elliott) · Diggin' in the Dirt (Peggosus) · Diggin' on Blue (Lord Finesse) · Diggin' In (Jazz Members Big Band) – and 90 other albums »


the land I love the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well,
the land I love the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well,
the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well, she tore their boats
the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well, she tore their boats
of the land of the free, but tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea.

[Chorus:]
Oh, tell me, what were their names, tell me, what were their
Ramblin', where to begin
I taste the summer on your peppery skin
Been saved the warmer the waves
I felt a slip into a watery grave

My girl,
one foot in your mouth,
and one foot in the grave
You were diggin' a hole,
and now you're diggin' a cave

But it's not gonna be so funny anymore
one foot in your mouth
And one foot in the grave
You were diggin' a hole
And now you're diggin' a cave

But it's not gonna be so funny anymore
By
to get that back

It's in this grave we lay
Watery and saved
(To get that back)
It's in this grave we lay
I hope that you just won't hear this
I'm diggin you a desert grave
Underneath the burning sun
I'm diggin you a desert grave
You won't be found by anyone

burying the sins of man
In
I fire myself ten times a day
I throw myself in a watery grave
With fourteen horses on top of my head
I hear the voice again and again

I walk
men went down in that dark watery grave
When that good ship went down only forty-four were saved.
'Twas the last day of October we saved
men went down in that dark watery grave
When that good ship went down only forty-four were saved.
'Twas the last day of October we saved
the land of the free,
But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea.
CHORUS
Oh tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names;
city 
To fill this gaping cavity, she says 

I'm a slave in this empty life 
Diggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wife 

Well he must have a very
Of the land of the free,
But tonight she's in her grave
At the bottom of the sea

Oh, tell me, what were their names,
Tell me, what were their names?
Did you
the land of the free,
But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea.
CHORUS
Oh tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names;
the current there is no escaping,
Lodged under a log entangled in seaweed,
Sand encrusts every orifice,
Covered with silt in an unmarked watery grave
Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me
Never lead your single life astray or into bad company
As I myself have done, being all in
Well a hundred men went down
In that dark watery grave
When that good ship went down
Only forty-four were saved.
It was the last day of October
That
in that dark watery grave
When that good ship went down only forty-four were saved
That was the last day of October we saved the forty-four
From
the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin' himself

I've been diggin' the ground
Through
chain the cell 
And the rain's too plain to tell 
All alone by a barren well 
The scarecrow's only scarin' himself 

I've been diggin' the ground
the hands of fish and sand. 

Looking down I see your face
reflected in the waves, 
touched upon by the rippling grace
Of a watery grave.
Your hand
country, in the land that I love best

In the misty crystal glitter of the wild and windward spray
I fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave