| Yeah boy, I sure do, I remember yonder back yonder n' the 20's
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| They said that a Floyd Collins, he’d been caught in that cave
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| That sand cave down there, once he got down there he couldn’t get out
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| So they just left him down there and they had the sermon for him right there
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| He just laid there and died
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| The hell hounds walking on midnight fire
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| The fog rolls in and the creek run higher
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| They saw him standing by the railroad tracks
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| Tonight’s the night old Floyd’s coming back
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| Down, down, deep in the ground
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| It’s where his story stays
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| Down in mammoth cave is where his body laid
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| Walls caved in, life could not be saved
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| No man-made machine could see the things he’d seen
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| Mr. Collins, he did not die in vain
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| The strangers moved in, brought the circus to town
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| You know there’s people making money off the man underground
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| Somebody said, they wasn’t doing him right
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| That’s why old Floyd’s coming back tonight
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| Down, down, deep in the ground
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| It’s where his story stays
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| Down in mammoth cave is where his body laid
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| Walls caved in, life could not be saved
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| No man made machine could see the things he’d seen
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| Mr. Collins, he did not die in vain
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| Down, down, deep in the ground
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| Is where it stays, so they say
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| Down in mammoth cave is where his body laid
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| Walls cave in, life could not be saved
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| No man made machine could see the things he’d seen
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| Mr. Collins, he did not die in vain |