Well this here’s the story of Samuel DonbaynA man like any other at the end of a long daynGuts and muscles and maybe a little morenHe worked as a grave digger after the civil warnMiles around competition burned with the deepest ragenThe work was hard and Sam did it for the cheapest wage nSeemed that the other Man’s shoes didn’t fit himnWhen he was out working the others were out to get himnnThey called him indestructible Sam,nHe promised he would die with a shovel in his handsnThat’s right, they called him indestructible SamnHe promised he would die with a shovel in his handsnnDiggin’ all day Sam’s pockets got richernBut the others were wishing he was out of the picturenSo late one night some of the competition went to see Doctor Beauregard a local magiciannThey asked if he could help put things in reversenThey pooled all their money for a fifty dollar cursenNext morning at work was a commotion nDigging a grave Sam heard an explosion nFollowed by a moaning, cursing and mumblingnFrom the nearby bushes a figure came stumbling nSam shrugged his shoulders and surveyed the damagesnLater Dr Beauregard was seen wearing bandagesnWorse for wear he wasn’t taking suggestionnSaid he’d hex anyone that asked him any questions nThe coast wasn’t clear trouble kept lurkingnThe others kept scheming and Sam kept workingnnThey called him indestructible Sam,nHe promised he would die with a shovel in his handsnThat’s right, they called him indestructible SamnHe promised he would die with a shovel in his handsnnThe other gravediggers lamented their blown chancenDecided to take matters into their own handsnThoughts full of poison and making a trapnThey blew up the shed where Sam was taking a napnThe others were astonished and totally annoyednCause Sam walked away while the shed was destroyednNext 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 bottomnBelow and behold and to the others dismaynSam was back at work again the very next daynThey burned his house down to the ground they were possessednAnd when that didn’t work they finally shot him in the chest nSo hold your head low and fly the flag half mastnBut it was actually Samuel who had the last laughnHe recovered again, lord be praisednHe lived to be a hundred and dug the others gravesnnThey called him indestructible Sam,nHe promised he would die with a shovel in his handsnThat’s right, they called him indestructible SamnHe promised he would die with a shovel in his handsnnAnd he didnThey called him indestructible Sam,nHe promised he would die with a shovel in his handsnThat’s right, they called him indestructible SamnAnd he died with a shovel in his handsnnAnd this is an even true songnIt was wrote on account of old Sam workin’ so hardnAnd I reckon that’s how it 'ought to ben