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