My losin' streak is over, boy! Gonna find my treasure underground! This cavern's gonna be the biggest attraction roun' these parts, an' this time folks are gonna pay me to tour her wonders! They'll be tearin' up the mountain. They'll be campin' in the snow!
If I follow that sound, I could find what I'm lookin' fer. It could be glory callin', callin' me. Callin', "Come on, boy! You kin do it now. You kin have what you dream on." Callin', An' comin' back, an' comin' clear; Callin' is what I hear. No more plowin' a hardscrabble field; I jes' know, I jes' know it's my lucky day!
All righty, all righty. In we go.
Welcome to Floyd Collins' Sand Cave! Naw... Welcome to Floyd Collins' Great Sand Cave! Not for the meek; You gotta be brave! Naw... Everybody welcome! A fam'ly type of thing to do. Balloons! Postcards! Great Sand cave lanterns... and rope? or somethin'; I dunno. You got yer magical passageways; You got yer squeezes an' bends. My kingdom is open! Come one and all, My travelin' friends. I always knew you'd hear my call. Let me know that you hear me now. Doh... (Doh...) Oh... There's a kind of awe you cain't catch in a photograph. S'like a giant jaw, it's callin' me. Callin', "Come on, boy! You kin feel it now. Like you ain't never felt afore. An open door..." So Papa, so you see, I ain't a crazy cavin' fool, you see! I always promised to do you right, an' by the time I get home tonight all our money worries will be gone; We will be dreamin' on. You see, I'll set you up on a valley farm where you kin nap under apple trees, Put up your feet instead of kickin' my ass! Oh, Papa! Your son's a bi'nessman man now! A so-an'-so! A muck-a-muck! A real wheeler-dealer! Gonna do the fam'ly proud. My kingdom is open! It will amaze and astound. From all 'cross Kentucky, they'll come to see what I found. I always knew that there'd be somethin' in the stars fer me. The stars could be so fine... Doh Oh ee oh (Doh Oh ee oh) ee oh oh (ee oh oh) Gonna follow that sound! Gonna find what I'm lookin' fer. That's my glory callin; It's callin' me. Callin', "Come on, boy! You kin do it now. You kin have what you dream on." Glory, Oo an' comin' clear; Glory is what I hear. No more plowin' a hardscrabble field; I jes' know, I jes' know it's my lucky day. We're so close!
Floyd's a fine boy. He takes after his Pa-- Stubborn as a mule!
But he knows his own mind. I always knew I'd hear the sound of voices all around me. That's the sound of Glory after all; That's my call!
Holy... This is it!
Doh-oh (Doh-oh) Doh-oh (Doh-oh) Doh-oh oh de doh (Doh-oh oh de doh) Doh-oh oh de doh (Doh-oh oh de doh) Doh-oh doh doh ee (Doh-oh doh doh ee) No oo (No oo) No oo (No oo) Doh-oh do do ee (Doh-oh do do ee) Doh-oh oh de oh (Doh-oh oh de oh) Oh yo doh doh ee (Oh yo doh doh ee) No oo (No oo) Doh-oh do do ee (Doh-oh do do ee) Doh-oh oh de oh (Doh-oh oh de oh) Oh yo doh doh ee (Oh yo doh doh ee) No oo (No oo) Doh-oh do do ee (Doh-oh do do ee)
Doh-oh oh de oh (Doh-oh oh de oh) Oh yo doh doh ee (Oh yo doh doh ee) No oo (No oo) Doh-oh do do ee (Doh-oh do do ee) Doh-oh oh de oh (Oh yo doh doh ee) No oo (No oo) Doh-oh do do ee (Doh-oh do do ee) Doh-oh oh de oh (Doh-oh oh de oh) Oh yo doh doh ee (Oh yo doh doh ee) No oo (No oo) No oo (No oo) No oo (No oo) No (No) There ain't never been another man in here... No Indians, no thrill seekers, no damn crazy cavin' fools! Nobody, nothin' till I found 'er. God showed her to me first! Floyd... I'm a-callin'; I'm a-callin'! (I'm a callin')
MISS JANE When times is hard to endure, An' the world feels a wilderness, The times is fer makin' family. 'Tis a wintry wind to be sure, An' when it won't quit blowin,' The times is fer goin' home. An' as one sweet soul to another, You an' I are a lullaby to each other. Hush, my darlin'; Hush-a-bye angel. I'm aside you heart an' hand.
LEE Ain't much bacon in the pan or coffee in the pot. Runnin' real low on firewood, But we sure as hell have us some family. Craziest bunch of fools was ever begot, But thar ain't no figurin' what the Lord plans, An' I don't want no other man's home.
BOTH An' as one sweet soul to another, A fam'ly tries to sing lullabies to each other. Hush, my darlin'; Hush-a-bye, angel. I'm aside you heart an' hand. Right aside you I will stand; I will stand heart an' hand.
JEWELL Deep in the land of the hollows an' creeks, If'n you git lost you git lost fer weeks. Listen to the tale of a man who got lost a hundred feet under the winter frost.
JEWELL & NELLIE Now Floyd was a reasonin' man; He knew what he wanted an' he had a plan. He was jes' as smart as he was brave; He was gonna find him the perfect cave.
NELLIE, MISS JANE & HOMER Even Floyd knew somethin' wasn't right. He was suff'rin' nightmares at night.
ALL But he didn't worry 'bout what he dreamed; Things was goin' good or so it seemed. Went lookin' fer his fortune under the ground...
Wonder what she looks like... maybe a hundred twenty feet high, sixty feet wide, two hundred fifty feet long, best I can picture it. Ah... Curvin' back and around so slow, so big, it moves when you try to take it all in, if you try to see it all. When you think it's gettin' closer, s'gettin' further away, grindin' down deeper underneath. Looks wet, ev'ry wall looks wet, meltin' with a snow made a' cream... Shinin' ev'rywhere with tiny diamonds. Shine the lantern an' git all the colors of the world comin' back, all the colors of the world. Ah... 'T aint wet though, no more than a bone. Guess it jes' remember when there was ariver goin' through centuries ago, back when there was dinosaurs an' there was Adam and Eve. Things happen an' folks forgit, but the rain soaks it up and collects it here; No tellin' what's on these walls, layerin' on slow like a stone history book, with a couple of sentences 'bout me.
