John Prine - Death of floyd collins

O^Ch, come all ye young people and l^Fisten while I t^Cell The fa^Cte of Floyd Collins, the l^Dad we all knew we^Gll His f^Cace was fair and handsome, his h^Feart was true and b^Crave His b^Cody now lies sleeping in a lo^Gnely sandstone ^Ccave ^G

O^Ch, mother don't you worry, dear f^Father don't' be^C sad I'll ^Ctell you all my troubles in an ^Dawful dream I h^Gad I ^Cdreamed I was a prisoner, ^Fmy life I could not ^Csave I c^Cried "oh, must I perish with^Gin this silent c^Cave"

The r^Cescue party labored, they wo^Frked both night and ^Cday To^C move the mighty barrier that ^Dstood within their^G way To r^Cescue Floyd Collins, it w^Fas their battle ^Ccry "We'll ^Cnever, no we'll never, let F^Gloyd Collins ^Cdie"

But o^Cn that fateful morning, the ^Fsun rose in the ^Csky The ^Cworkers still were busy, "we'll ^Dsave him by and b^Cy" But ^Coh how sad the ending, his l^Fife could not be ^Csaved His b^Cody was then sleeping in the l^Gonely sandstone c^Cave

Young ^Cpeople, all take warning from ^FFloyd Collin's ^Cfate A^Cnd get right with your maker bef^Dore it is too l^Gate It ^Cmay not be a Sand Cave in wh^Fich we find our ^Ctomb Bu^Ct on that day of judgment, we t^Goo must meet our ^Cdoom