Death Of Floyd Collins chords by John Prine

• Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)
• Key: G

Difficulty: Intermediate

Intro:
C F C C D G C F G G C

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

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

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

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

Instrumental:
C F C C D G C F G G C

      C                             F              C
Young people, all take warning from Floyd Collin's fate
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And get right with your maker before it is too late
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It may not be a Sand Cave in which we find our tomb
  C                              G                C
But on that day of judgment, we too must meet our doom




Songwriters: 1925 Irene Spain / Rev. Andrew Jenkins
Death of Floyd Collins lyrics © Shapiro Bernstein & Co. Inc.