Mr Griffin lyrics

He arrived in '72 Hollowed eyes and everyone knew He was running, he was scared He laid claim to that 730 mine He did well busting rocks in the pine That silver and gold Was all a young man could want In the evenings you'd hear him play His fiddle rings through the end of day He was digging for the plans they made He was digging his own grave Where's your love Mr. Griffin It's been rumored that she died The night before your wedding day Is that right Mr. Griffin Does that fiddle cry a hurtin' tune Or the tune of a murdering hand He stayed away from the girls and the booze All the things he thought he might loose All that money he'd made or the secrets he kept One June night, lord that fiddle play was hot Then the valley rang out with a shot When we found him he was face down In the hole he had dug In the evenings you'd hear him play His fiddle rings through the end of day He was digging for the plans they made He was digging his own grave Where's your love Mr. Griffin It's been rumored that she died The night before your wedding day Is that right Mr. Griffin Does that fiddle cry a hurtin' tune Or the tune of a murdering hand Mr. Griffin Does that fiddle cry a hurtin' tune Or the tune of a murdering hand Murdering hand