Oh, come all ye young people and listen while I tell,
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The fate of Floyd Collins, the lad we all knew well,
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His face was fair and handsome, his heart was true and brave,
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His body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.
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Oh , mother don't you worry, dear father don't' be sad,
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I'll tell you all my troubles in an awful dream I had,
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I dreamed I was a prisoner, my life I could not save,
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I cried "Oh must I perish within this silent cave.
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The rescue party labored, they worked both night and day,
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To move the mighty barrier that stood within their way,
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To rescue Floyd Collins, it was their battle cry,
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"We'll never, no we'll never, let Floyd Collins die."
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But on that fateful morning, the sun rose in the sky,
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The workers still were busy, "we'll save him by and by,"
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But oh how sad the ending, his life could not be saved,
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His body was then sleeping in the lonely sandstone cave.
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Young people, all take warning from Floyd Collin's fate,
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And get right with your maker before it is too late.
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It may not be a Sand Cave in which we find our tomb,
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But on that day of judgment, we too must meet our doom.
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Death Of Floyd Collins
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| John Prine |
