Well this here’s the story of Samuel Donbay   A man like any other at the end of a long day   Guts and muscles and maybe a little more   He worked as a grave digger after the civil war   Miles around competition burned with the deepest rage   The work was hard and Sam did it for the cheapest wage    Seemed that the other Man’s shoes didn’t fit him   When he was out working the others were out to get him      They called him indestructible Sam,   He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands   That’s right, they called him indestructible Sam   He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands      Diggin’ all day Sam’s pockets got richer   But the others were wishing he was out of the picture   So late one night some of the competition went to see Doctor Beauregard a local magician   They asked if he could help put things in reverse   They pooled all their money for a fifty dollar curse   Next morning at work was a commotion    Digging a grave Sam heard an explosion    Followed by a moaning, cursing and mumbling   From the nearby bushes a figure came stumbling    Sam shrugged his shoulders and surveyed the damages   Later Dr Beauregard was seen wearing bandages   Worse for wear he wasn’t taking suggestion   Said he’d hex anyone that asked him any questions    The coast wasn’t clear trouble kept lurking   The others kept scheming and Sam kept working      They called him indestructible Sam,   He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands   That’s right, they called him indestructible Sam   He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands      The other gravediggers lamented their blown chance   Decided to take matters into their own hands   Thoughts full of poison and making a trap   They blew up the shed where Sam was taking a nap   The others were astonished and totally annoyed   Cause Sam walked away while the shed was destroyed   Next they tied him up and they were sure that they got him when they threw him in a lake and watched him sink to the bottom   Below and behold and to the others dismay   Sam was back at work again the very next day   They burned his house down to the ground they were possessed   And when that didn’t work they finally shot him in the chest    So hold your head low and fly the flag half mast   But it was actually Samuel who had the last laugh   He recovered again, lord be praised   He lived to be a hundred and dug the others graves      They called him indestructible Sam,   He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands   That’s right, they called him indestructible Sam   He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands      And he did   They called him indestructible Sam,   He promised he would die with a shovel in his hands   That’s right, they called him indestructible Sam   And he died with a shovel in his hands      And this is an even true song   It was wrote on account of old Sam workin’ so hard   And I reckon that’s how it 'ought to be