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
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