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