Floyd Collins

[Ted B Samsel]

A repost:
THE DEATH OF FLOYD COLLINS
Spain and Jenkins

As sung by Al Craver (accompanying himself on harmonica and guitar).
Columbia High Speed (78 rpm) 15031D - it's for year - 1930 (sic)

Oh come all you houng people and listen while I tell
The fate of Floyd Collins the lad we all knew well
HIs face was fair and handsome his heart was true and brave
His body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave

Oh mother, don't you worry, dear father, don't be sad
I'll tell you all my troubles in an awful dream I had
I dreamed I was a prisoner, my life I could not save
I cried, "Oh must I perish within this silent cave."

The rescue party labored they worked both night and day
To move the mightly barrier, that stood within the way
To rescue Floyd Collins, this was their battle cry
We'll never, no we'll never, let Floyd Collins die

But on that fatal morning, the sun rose in the sky
The workers still were busy, we'll save him by and by
But oh how sad the ending, his life could not be saved
His body then was sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave.

Young people all take warning from Floyd Collins fate
And get right with you Maker before it is too late
It may not be a sand cave in which we find our tomb
But until the far off judgement, we too must meet our doom.

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Ted....