The Ghosts Of Calico
On my twenty-first day i came to calico
They told me there was silver buried in her stone
Summer died in april before the flowers came
She will hold me here until i strike my dying day
I just keep on swinging, hold my hat brim low
Dig a little deeper and like a seed, i'm sown
She can break my spirit, back and arms and legs
Though i may not stand i'm not bowing to her king
They will tell you that your fortune lies this way
But don't believe the lies you're told
Spend a life time trying to dig an endless grave
For the ghosts of calico
Hey miss lucy bell lane, why'd you have to go
I can hear your sweet song when the south wind blows
I won't forget your spirit and i won't forget your face
I'll be waiting for you if you come back some day
Take my last breath quickly, take it in my sleep
Take it when i'm dreaming of a life in san martin
Everyone i know now's a dusty memory
I can hear the wolves delivering my eulogy
Oh calico